Inside the tavern, the atmosphere suddenly turned tense.
The Demon Master slowly turned his head, his eyes narrowing. Everyone in the tavern was startled, their hearts beginning to race.
Hu Jie in particular could not quell the resentment in his heart. He thought bitterly, This Prince of Yan is truly sticking his nose where it does not belong. What does this woman have to do with you? Why drag everyone into danger again?
What a scourge!
Li Lanjiang frowned deeply, gripping his sword tighter. Its tip trembled faintly, as though ready to meet any sudden upheaval.
Ye Shengnan also wore a grave expression, her flying sword already sliding from her sleeve.
The Seven Disciples of Zhongnan naturally did not question their martial uncle's decision. All seven stood in battle formation, their expressions resolute, having long cast life and death aside.
When Su Ziyin heard the Demon Master's words, her heart gave a slight tremble. She knew your temperament had never changed. You would help even an unrelated woman, and she could not help worrying about you again.
Yet you did not avoid the Demon Master's gaze.
This woman named Xiu'er had shattered a bowl to warn you amid the danger, then aided you when Owl Moon was struck from behind.
Naturally, you could not simply ignore her!
Everyone tensed up again, the atmosphere seeming to freeze solid. They knew that if you had tens of thousands of troops with you, you naturally would not fear one of the Five Absolutes. But inside this tavern, within ten paces, even a common man's rage could make blood splash five steps away. In such a situation, the slightest movement could trigger consequences beyond prediction.
To everyone's surprise!
Huang Dao looked at Xiu'er, then suddenly smiled. "Since the Prince of Yan has spoken, I