Chen San returned to the tavern.
As he crossed the main hall, numerous gazes fell upon him, lightly pricking like fine needles.
"I heard Young Master Ning Zhuo was taken away by Iron Mad Hall Master."
"Why is he still here?"
"I placed quite a bit of money on the Three Brave of Xiang Sect, and now they're not fighting? What kind of game is this?!"
Chen San heard clearly, yet his expression remained as steady as a rock, with not a single misstep.
Today, he wore a gray-green long robe, with the token Ning Zhuo gave him hanging at his waist. His sleeves were neat and clean, and although his Foundation Establishment Cultivation was unimpressive within the Myriad Images Sect, standing behind him was Ning Zhuo, naturally making his spine straighter.
He entered the private room he had long rented, lit a stick of Clear Heart Incense, and arranged a stack of name lists, contracts, and item inventories in order, like a soldier inspecting arms before going into battle.
