The inn's ground floor was bustling, yet a chill emptiness hung over it. The diners at every table whispered among themselves, none speaking loudly. The atmosphere felt oppressive, as though a storm were about to break.
Zhang Yuan sat down at a table in a corner of the ground floor.
Aside from Wei Liu, who was lying down and might or might not have been asleep, Wei Jianxing, Wu Qing, Pan Zhong, and Wei Huai were all there.
It was worth mentioning that after Wei Jianxing had taken Pan Zhong and Wei Huai to seek medical treatment, their conditions had improved considerably. Wei Huai appeared largely recovered, while Pan Zhong, who had suffered the worst injuries, had seen the white hair at his temples turn black again and could now walk without his crutch.
Had they really found a miracle doctor?
If the doctor was that miraculous, could they take a look at his gravely injured Celestial Person Perfection Dharma Body?
As Zhang Yuan pondered this, he noticed that Pan Zhong showed none of the joy one might expect after recovering. Instead, his expression was heavy, and the others looked much the same.
When Wei Jianxing told them about the attack on Zhang Yuan and Wei Liu, Wu Qing's and Pan Zhong's expressions changed at once.
"An attack?" Wu Qing said. "What blind fools dared attack us? Daoist Zhang, do you know who they were?"
Zhang Yuan shook his head. "I don't know their exact identities. I only know that one of them was called Sick Tiger."
Wu Qing sighed.
Without knowing their identities, they had no way to seek revenge even if they wanted to.
"Sick Tiger..."
Upon hearing the name, Pan Zhong furrowed his brow and considered it for a moment. "Could they have been Sick Tiger and