"Here, your buns!"
Inside the Dragon Gate Inn's main hall, the waiter set a plate of buns on Qiu Moyan's table.
As Qiu Moyan kept an eye on the people on the south side, she brought a bun to her mouth.
After only one bite, Qiu Moyan frowned. Having roamed the martial world for years, she was experienced enough to tell that something was wrong with the filling.
"There's something wrong with the buns. Stop eating."
He Hu, Tie Zhu, and Old Qin, the yamen runner, immediately tossed their buns aside.
Qiu Moyan patted the lid of the bamboo basket, and the boy inside hurriedly threw the bun he had taken a few bites from onto the floor.
The moment Qiu Moyan dropped her bun, the people to the south swiftly drew their swords and blades, seizing the chance to attack Qiu Moyan and the others.
Qiu Moyan snorted coldly. Most of these martial artists greedy for reward money had no real skill, though their nerve was considerable.
She slapped the table with her right hand. A hum like a dragon's roar rang through the hall.
Her sword left its sheath, and sword light swept across the room.
In an instant, the topknots of three martial artists were severed.
At the same time, Tie Zhu grabbed a handful of chopsticks with his right hand and flung them out.
Pap pap pap—
Ordinary chopsticks became indestructible hidden weapons in Tie Zhu's hands, piercing straight through the bodies of four or five martial artists.
As blood splattered, these martial artists who had coveted the reward silver all backed away, staring fearfully at Qiu Moyan and her group.
Jin Xiangyu raised her head, glanced over, and let out a derisive snort.
These people thought they could trade someone else's head for money? They