As they exchanged words, their eyes turned toward the direction of the city gates.
By now, a large crowd of Jianghu people had gathered at the city gates.
These Jianghu people exuded a strong oppressive aura.
Yet, the citizens were not the least frightened.
Xuanjing City, as the most important city of the Daqian Kingdom, sees an endless stream of Jianghu people everyday.
Thus, even these citizens had long been accustomed to such gatherings.
At this moment, in a pavilion slightly further away, sat two men and one woman.
One man was tall and the other short, both handsome; the woman wore white and was exquisite in appearance.
The two men exchanged a glance.
The taller man paused for a moment before speaking.
"Why wait here any longer? The crowd gathered at the inn is probably enough to give Qin An a hard time."
"Perhaps Qin An has already suffered defeat and is silently bandaging his wounds somewhere."
As soon as he spoke, the shorter man immediately replied.
