Yang Chan put down the medicine packet. Tan City was in an uproar today.
The ground had been shaking nonstop since the afternoon. If he hadn't known that all the Cyan Yuan Sect's Elders were out fighting, he would have thought it was an earthquake.
The disciples recuperating in Room Geng didn't dare to stay inside. They were all waiting in an open area, afraid the buildings might suddenly collapse and aggravate their injuries. The risk just wasn't worth it.
Although staying in the open courtyard wasn't as comfortable as being inside, it was much safer—unless the ground itself split open, but that was another matter entirely.
Everyone knew the Inner Refining Elders had taken action. Their targets were the three remaining Inner Masters in Tan City—the last of the No-Life Evil Cult's experts. As long as those three were also killed, the matter of Tan City would be settled.
"Pharmacist Yang, have some water!"
