The people who originally had ill intention smiles on their faces turned pale, their eyes widened with panic as their bodies froze and they fell to the ground on their knees when the coercion enveloped them and bead-sized cold sweat dropped from their foreheads.
They watched the young man carrying the child in his arms as he walked with a steady and gentle pace. Without even saying a word, they felt the breath of death upon them…
When the figure had passed by them, they felt a rush of blood gushing upwards and they spat out a mouthful of blood then fell down one after another.
When Feng Jiu arrived at the inn, she saw that the old man and Zhuo Junyue were sitting in the corner of the hall on the first floor. She walked over and took out a few hot scallion pancakes from space and placed them on the table.
"I bought them on my way back. Try them, it tastes good."
