The sky outside had completely darkened, the storm grew fiercer, and thunder boomed intermittently.
Wang Chen had just finished drinking a jar of aged liquor, and the tables in the tavern hall were fully occupied. Several more groups of guests arrived after him, keeping the shop staff busy.
Yet this was only the beginning.
Crash!
Accompanied by a peal of thunder, the tavern door was forcefully pushed open again, and a group of Jianghu Guests rushed in through the rain.
There were over a dozen newcomers, most were dressed in tight-fitting outfits with swords or blades at their sides, and a young man in white particularly stood out.
An eerie-looking middle-aged man, along with an elderly man whose hair and beard were completely white, guarded the youth on either side.
Their abrupt entrance quieted the bustling tavern hall.
Few of the seated were novices; everyone could immediately discern the peculiar presence of this group.
