"Please, Immortal Master. You arrived just in time. Our inn has only one room left; had you come any later, there definitely would have been none. Just leave the Qingyun Sparrow to me, and I will see it settled for you," the attendant said, making an inviting gesture.
Ye Tian nodded and walked straight into the inn.
There were quite a few cultivators in the inn's hall, all of them with extraordinary auras and at least at the Return to Void level. From the conversation outside just now, Ye Tian knew that since they were staying at the inn, they were most likely here for the Ancient Jiang Festival as well.
"Immortal Master, your room is ready. Please follow me," another attendant said as he came forward after Ye Tian entered, pointing toward the stairs ahead.
Ye Tian had followed the attendant only a few steps and had not yet reached the stairs when a deafening explosion suddenly erupted outside, followed by a scream.
The moment Ye Tian turned at the sound, the wind howled as a figure flew in, slammed onto the ground, and skidded across the floor until it stopped at his feet.
Looking closely, the person lying at Ye Tian's feet was the attendant who had greeted him earlier. He was merely a mortal. Having suffered such a heavy blow, he had already fainted the instant he hit the ground. He now lay unconscious, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.
At a glance, Ye Tian could tell that the man had clearly been kicked in the chest. His ribs were shattered, and his internal organs had ruptured.
Even for a cultivator, such injuries would have been fatal, let alone for a mortal.
The attendant's life force was rapidly draining away. Clearly, he did not have