First, we need to leave Cold Pool Valley.
Song Yan picked up a slice of roasted goose with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth, then poured himself a cup of wine.
He swallowed in one gulp and let out a comfortable sigh.
He casually placed the wine cup down.
But as soon as it touched the table, the wooden table suddenly trembled violently.
The wine cup, which was a copper three-legged style, was slightly jolted into the air by the tremor.
Then, continuous vibrations followed.
All the cups, bowls, plates, and chopsticks on the tables of the restaurant bounced rapidly up and down like falling yellow peas, and the fruits, vegetables, and meats in each dish were ejected from their platters, sliding off the tables and falling onto the floor, creating a chaotic mess.
People from the Jianghu rushed outside, each holding a weapon, their faces heavy with concern.
Song Yan also ran out with the crowd.
