Boom!
As Lu Zhen collided with the white-haired man, an earthquake-like shockwave radiated through the tavern. The entire establishment quaked under the sheer force of Lu Zhen's impact, and dust billowed into the air, shrouding the scene in a murky haze.
The servant boy, who had previously rushed forward with a bad premonition, hesitated. Sweating profusely, he grappled with his fears. "No, I can't jump to conclusions until I see if it's true or not," he reasoned, mustering the courage to proceed. Determinedly, he stepped forward, attempting to disperse the dust cloud obstructing his view.
"Lu family brat, you dare," a cold voice echoed through the air. A chilling wind followed, sweeping away the dust and revealing Lu Zhen standing atop a gruesome pile of flesh and blood, with torn clothes and white fabric scattered around him.