After sticking the note, Shen Qiang turned and walked to the staircase on the upper floor, quietly waiting.
A moment later, the door to the private room opened, and two groups of cultivators emerged, surrounding Xiang Qianmeng. The air suddenly tightened, followed by an angry voice from one of the cultivators, roaring: "Xiang Qianmeng, dead in three days at the hands of a Nightmare? Who did it? Who the hell stuck this? Get out here!"
"Bastard, damn it, our Brother Xiang is righteous and unmatched in benevolence. What nightmare? Come out if you dare. I'll cut you down with one slash for Brother Xiang!"
"Damn it, such audacity!"
Amidst the chaos, Shen Qiang standing upstairs clearly heard Xiang Qianmeng's voice. He laughed heartily, "Brothers, calm down. This is probably someone playing a joke. It's okay. I, Xiang Qianmeng, have done no wrong during the day and am not afraid of ghosts knocking at night."
