"Everyone... all you experts, I'm just a Grandmaster, usually just a trainer for young Martial Artists, without any sect, without any grudges, and certainly no disrespect to God..."
The middle-aged Martial Artist was scared out of his wits.
He had just had a drink and was ready to hit the road.
Who would've thought he'd be knocked out as soon as he left, and brought here?
Even if he were a fool, he could tell that these people's appearance and outfits were just like those who died in the tavern?
It's over, they've got the wrong person for revenge.
How did I get this unlucky?
Was it just for having a drink with those two people?
"Don't worry, we're believers in God, how could we just kill someone for no reason?" Leva smiled, helped him up, invited him to sit by a chair, and poured him a drink.
"Have a drink to calm your nerves."
He was very friendly, gradually stabilizing the middle-aged Martial Artist's emotions.
