Then he looked at Ethan: "Well, when I fully recover, I hope you can also enter the Nirvana realm. By then, we will have a fair fight!"
Ethan smiled faintly and raised his hand in reply. His blood was hot, boiling with the promise of future battle. Since Magnus desired to fight him, Ethan was naturally willing to accompany him. The words rang true—fighting was not just conflict but a crucial path to strengthening oneself.
Yet, it was a practice demanding balance; excessive exertion would only lead to injury and foundation damage.
Just as Ethan turned to ascend the stairs, a group of people entered the tavern from outside. Their leader was a stunning beauty cloaked in cold temperament. She cast her gaze upon the sign, confirming the place as the Blood Tavern, then stepped confidently inside, scanning the room before approaching the counter.
"Shopkeeper, do you still have a room?" Her voice was cold but pleasant, carrying an unmistakable aura of authority.
