Bang! Bang! Bang!
Without catching up with Ye Jian, the extremists from Gistan fired three shots to warn their companions.
As it turned out, the originally peaceful night was on the verge of erupting. Weaver and White Crane pressed their ears against the iron door. Their facial expressions were cold as they held their breaths and listened carefully to the chaos outside.
Gunshots, footsteps, angry roars… The people seemed to be chasing something. The two of them, who were leaning against the door, exchanged glances… Something had happened outside.
"I think it's Azure Bird," Weaver said in a low voice. It was so soft that only White Crane could hear it. "If it's really Azure Bird, things won't be stable for long. Let's make preparations."
White Crane nodded. Then, he turned around and looked at the alarmed villagers of Gistan. His gaze landed on a corner, and a sharp look flashed past his calm eyes.
