The night wind blew by, chilling the officer to his core. Only now did he realize that cold sweat had drenched his entire body. At this moment, only the saber in his hand provided him with a scrap of courage.0

The officer watched helplessly as Ye Beizhi and his group went back into the inn and shut the door behind them, not even sparing a glance back.2

He wanted to shout a few more words, but his mouth refused to open. After all, the blade's light had been so sudden and so precise. Could anyone guarantee that the next strike wouldn’t be aimed at his neck?0

Unable to say anything, the officer and his group stood in the cold night wind for what felt like ages. His face flushed with suppressed humiliation.0

Thankfully, a clever subordinate stepped...0