Overkill (1)
編輯: Atlas Studios
The sun was setting in the west, and the cool night wind swept up a few dead leaves on the old street.
A string of lanterns outside the inn emitted a faint yellow light, illuminating more than ten feet in front of the door.
Ye Jingtang was dressed in a black official uniform with his long hair tied up with a black headband and his saber hanging at his waist. He looked at the second floor of the restaurant not far away.
Xuanyuan Hongzhi was standing at the window with a black scarf covering his face. Because his arms were injured, his combat strength was not at its peak. He didn't jump down directly and only looked down at the surrounded Ye Jingtang.
The other four people surrounding him were also concealing their faces. In addition to Yao Wenzhong, Eighth Master Fan, and Han Shaoping, there was a Ze Province swordsman who had just rushed over.