From the uninvited guest draped in a blood-red cloak to the appearance of the young martial master enveloped in storm-like qi, something unimaginable had occurred in the martial world of Xian.Was this a challenge to the established order of the demonic and unorthodox sects that governed the Jianghu?


    The inn fell into a deathly silence, the only noise coming from the winter wind rattling the window frames like a frantic dancer.


    The people dressed in silks that reflected the lantern light with a glossy sheen remained silent. These were individuals who could afford to visit such a high-class inn even in times of famine. Their gazes, devoid of emotion, silently fixed on the two intruders in the room.


    For Tae Yeom-ryong, this was nothing out of the ordinary.


    "What''s with the funeral atmosphere?" he said, casually cracking his neck from side to side.


    "Leader, I did some investigating," he added, using a term more fitting for a member of the unorthodox sects. He stood in the middle of the inn, its once pristine interior now wrecked by his explosive qi.


    Spoons and chopsticks lay scattered across the floor, and the lanterns hanging in rows above were askew, casting dim orange light. The color eerily matched that of Tae Yeom-ryong''s martial attire.


    "No vacancies anywhere," he remarked nonchalantly, his tone laced with mischief. S~ea??h the N??elFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Having changed his usual appearance, he was temporarily abstaining from his favorite opium. The notorious scion of the Hwangbo Clan, infamous for his addiction to the red petals, had grown more irritable the moment he entered Xian without anything in his mouth to chew on. The fact that he still recognized his superior was a minor miracle.


    Jeong Yeon-shin frowned slightly. Judging by the shattered wall, reparations would likely be necessary. But as someone posing as a member of the unorthodox sects, handing silver to the innkeeper wasn''t an option. Even sneaking it to him could backfire, as Xian’s martial world was infamous for its treacherous gossip.


    "Typical of the noble clans..." Jeong thought, glancing at Tae Yeom-ryong, who stood there as if he had been born into royalty. Members of noble clans and wealthy families tended to live like this—unrestrained and impervious to change.


    All Jeong could do was look at him with quiet disapproval.


    Tae Yeom-ryong noticed and smirked. "I can read your thoughts, Leader. You’re good at hiding them when you have a sword in hand, though."


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