A squad of roughly twenty Black Armor Guards stood arrayed on both sides of the inn's entrance, each of them carrying a sharp, seasoned aura.
A middle-aged general who looked like their commander walked into the inn.
Inside the inn, the guests, staff, and everyone else were frightened by the display, falling as silent as cicadas in winter.
The innkeeper suppressed her fear, put on a fawning smile, and hurried forward.
"My lord, what is going on?"
"I'm the owner of this inn..."
Before she could finish, the middle-aged general cut her off with a wave of his hand.
His gaze swept across the inn's main hall. After looking around, he did not find his target.
So he took a deep breath, stood in the center of the hall, cupped his fists, and bowed.
"Zhao Qianjun, commander of the Yunlan Guard under the Patrol Office of Mystic Heaven Holy Land stationed in Yunlan City, leads his men in respectfully welcoming the Patrol Envoy!"
Bang!
With a soft crash, a guest in the hall was so startled that he knocked over a table and chairs.
The innkeeper's eyes went wide, and she covered her mouth with her hand.
"Pa... Patrol Envoy of the Holy Land?"
"My lord, are you perhaps mistaken?"
"How could our little inn possibly..."
She had just reached this point when she suddenly stopped.
At the staircase on the second floor, Jiang Fan was slowly walking down.
Thud, thud, thud!
The unhurried sound of his footsteps, at that moment, seemed to tread on everyone's heart.
"Commander Zhao?"
"How thoughtful of you."
"I have not even gone to the Patrol Office to take up my post, yet you were able to pinpoint my location in Yunlan City."
"You truly are remarkably capable."
There was no joy or anger in