Five piercing screams rang out in quick succession!
The five men were hoisted high into the air by the Blood Chains, left hanging in midair!
Their blood was frantically drained by the chains, their bodies shriveling at a visible rate!
Moments later, five dried corpses fell from the air and slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Five Peak Sixth Grade martial artists had failed to withstand even a single move from Qin Yan.
Night.
Greatwood City, inside a room at an inn.
The candlelight flickered, casting shadows across the walls.
Outside the window, the clamor of the streets gradually faded, replaced by the tranquility of night.
Zhao Lei slowly opened his eyes. His vision was still somewhat blurred and his head felt heavy, but his consciousness had begun to return.
"Where am I?" Zhao Lei asked hoarsely.
"You're at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion," Qin Yan's voice came from beside him.
Hearing this, Zhao Lei followed the sound and saw Qin Yan.
He sat in a chair by the window, holding a cup of tea as he gazed outside.
Moonlight fell over him, stretching his shadow long.
At once, he recalled everything that had happened that day.
His wife and child had been killed, he had been severely wounded, and then he had encountered Qin Yan.
Scene after scene flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
"Thank you for saving my life, Young Master Qin Yan," Zhao Lei said, his voice full of gratitude.
The fact that he was here alive and unharmed already explained everything.
If Qin Yan had not arrived in time, he would likely have been reunited with his wife and child by now.
"No need for formalities."
Qin Yan waved his hand, gesturing for him to lie back down.
"Your injuries