Neither Qiu Linguang nor Nangong Ting was the sort of cultivation fanatic who devoted himself single-mindedly to training.
They knew that with their talent, breaking through to the Spirit Transformation Realm in this lifetime would already be no small feat. Taking another step beyond that was practically impossible.
So in their spare time, they either honed their martial skills or indulged in wine and merriment.
At that moment, outside the tavern, Su Xin was leading a group of Six Fan Sect constables toward the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in a threatening manner. Tang Jiu followed behind him.
The people on the long street were stunned at the sight. Hadn't this lord just slapped Ji Yancheng in the face yesterday, relying on Tang Xian's influence? Was he here to stir up trouble again?
But when they saw Tang Jiu following behind Su Xin, they couldn't help but feel a jolt of unease.
It seemed Tang Xian really did have a close relationship with Su Xin. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent Tang Jiu, the strongest of his adopted sons, to accompany him.
When they reached the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, Su Xin said to Tie Shi, "Have them surround the place. If Qiu Linguang and the other man come out, don't engage them head-on. Just hold them up."
Tie Shi nodded and immediately ordered the Six Fan Sect constables to surround the entire Drunken Moon Pavilion.
"Brother Tang, I'll need to trouble you in a moment. I'm worried my men won't be able to stop them. After all, they're both martial grandmasters in the Spirit Transformation Realm. Qiu Linguang in particular excels at movement and speed. I'll need your help holding him up."
Tang Jiu cupped his hands. "I'll follow your orders, my lord."
Su Xin stepped into the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. The tavernkeeper