"Murder! There's been a murder!"
Someone in the inn shouted.
Su Qing and Xu Ningying went out into the hallway.
There, they saw a Waiter from the first floor lying on the ground. A gaping hole had been torn through his chest, and his open eyes were filled with unwillingness and regret.
A crowd had gathered around the Waiter—the kitchen staff, the Shopkeeper, and the other Waiters had all rushed over.
"That's the Waiter who ran into the Demon Cultivator on his way out. What a miserable end."
Su Qing shook his head and let out a sigh.
"That Mortal Soldier is useless now."
"By the way, we should head back to Zhengxuan City now, if possible."
"I have some questions for you, and I need you to look into something for me."
Xu Ningying glanced back into the room. On the floor, a longsword lay bent completely out of shape, making it all too conspicuous.
Looking at it now, she saw that the tip of the sword had even been corroded.
