The two chatted and joked around. They spoke some nonsense, speculated a bit about the future, drank for a while, and then patted each other's shoulders, drunkenly parting ways.
This was such a peaceful day in Gaoling City.
These were also such ordinary human warriors.
In front of the tavern's banner, the two men, who had faced off against the demon clan on the battlefield, each went their separate ways, scattering to opposite ends of the long street.
One walked slowly, the other was more unsteady.
But once they turned away, Qiao Jingzong's eyes turned cold.
And Chu Zicheng's eyes shone frighteningly bright.
...
...
Today marks the seventh day of delving into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.
Jiang Wang gradually felt that something was amiss...
The situation in the mountains was becoming increasingly strange.
