But at that very moment, Brando suddenly frowned and withdrew the Plain of Extremes.
The Storm Shadow Inn's hall fell eerily silent, so quiet that a pin could almost be heard dropping. The drunks who had been preparing to come over and take advantage of the situation were pressed into their seats by an invisible force. They looked at one another, their muddled minds still unable to understand what had happened.
Near the counter, several adventurers were settling their bills and preparing to leave, but they, too, stopped dead. When an elf with long ears saw Brando's Law Lines sweep through the entire hall like a silver sea, he couldn't help opening his mouth wide. His longbow slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a clang. Only then did he hurriedly pick it up, his face flushed with embarrassment.
In a corner of the hall, a figure also stopped in his tracks.
Brando's gaze sharpened slightly. He had noticed that back long ago, because it had seemed vaguely familiar, as though he had seen that person somewhere before. But he was unfamiliar with Jiufeng. Even in the game, he had no acquainted NPCs there besides Huang Yu—and she had never left Eluin, of course.
Besides, that back clearly belonged to a man.
Brando first thought of the Rosalin knights he had encountered that morning, or perhaps someone under Naxin. But he immediately rejected the idea. His memory wasn't so poor that he could forget someone he had seen less than half an hour ago.
Him? A flash of lightning crossed his mind, and he finally remembered where he had seen that person. What is he doing here...?
Huang Huo seemed to sense something and raised her head to look at him with her striking black-and-white eyes.
"Stay here,"