The youth in black had all eyes in the inn on him... no, all the demons' gazes had gathered on him.
These demons watched the situation unfazed, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.
Some were even excitedly whistling, signaling not to dawdle and to start already, as they couldn't wait any longer.
The youth in black said, "Today we will play... dart throwing."
Hen Sheng was shoved onto the stage in front of the inn.
The crowd below jeered, laughed, and urged on, with all sorts of voices converging together.
Hen Sheng stood on the stage, his frail body seemingly weak and easy to bully.
"Hey..."
Suddenly, a person stood up in the corner of the inn.
The youth in black looked over in the direction of the voice.
The rest of the demons in the inn also paused, looking over in the direction where the sound came from.
It was a woman.
She had a gentle and soft visage, giving off an impression of tenderness at first glance.
Her voice was also extremely pleasant.