There were banging sounds as if invisible hands were knocking at the inn's door. The lanterns outside were swaying in the wind. Their flames had already been blown out, leaving nothing but darkness.
The crowd inside the inn were quiet as they listened to the movements outside. Except for those who were lying on the table drunk, the others were staring outside vigilantly.
The people on the second floor acted the same as those on the first floor. However, they took comfort in having one more layer of the protective boundary.
When everyone stared out at the sight below with vigilance, Feng Xiao was still asleep in the corner of the second floor. It was normal that he couldn't hear the eerie whistling sound of the wind because he had set up a soundproof boundary.
"Tch! What an easy-going man."
A loose cultivator glanced at the sleeping Feng Xiao and sneered. "He won't have any idea how he dies."
