Strong wine grows murderous spirit

"Elder, bring two jugs of wine, please. The strongest ones."

A clear voice suddenly arose from a distance. A grand figure of a young man with bright eyes, black shoulder-length hair, and black clothes came over.

Behind him, six Nagas followed step by step with strange faces.

The shopkeeper showed a surprised face, looking around at the deserted streets, seeing no shop open this time. This young man seemed to be an outsider and didn’t seem to have heard the rumors, not knowing that Barren City was about to have a significant change today. 

"Little brother, have you just come to Barren City?" The shopkeeper looked around and quickly said with a low voice without waiting for him to come closer. "You should leave soon. This place is too close to the Yang family. You should not stay here too long."

He was afraid of the six Nagas and thus lowered his voice, as he didn’t want to let the six of them hear what he said.