Tavern.
In the past, this was a favorite haunt of dignitaries and nobles. Now, only a handful of people remained.
Qii Yao stood before the window, her hands clasped behind her back. She looked up at the various streaks of light flashing in the sky, the corners of her mouth curling into a slight smile.
"Senior."
Zheng Bo's voice trembled:
"Will we really be okay after doing this?"
"Of course!" Qii Yao turned, her beautiful eyes smiling as she looked at him.
"Don't worry. Your contribution to breaking through the Immortal Alliance's garrison was indispensable. I will request merits for all of you."
Besides Zheng Bo, there were others present.
Hearing this, the faces of everyone present relaxed, but the unease in their hearts did not dissipate.
They had heard about the ferocity and brutality of the Demon Dao during their contact with the Immortal Alliance Cultivators. Even if they only knew a fraction of the truth, it was enough to see the whole picture.
