In the midst of the boring waiting, counting the scratches under his feet, at this moment, he slowly raised his head to look at him, making the newcomer freeze in place, as if plunged into an ice cellar.
"Brother Ji Jue said, guests are welcome, if it's for tourism, Seven Cities welcomes you."
An Ran softly told him, "But for anything else, it's not allowed."
"Sorry, sir, I don't quite understand what you're saying." The traveler's expression twitched a bit, looking around in tension and confusion: "I may have come to the wrong place, could you please..."
Ding!
Before he could finish speaking, a crisp resonance sounded from the boy's snap, echoing from the traveler's bag, the sword inside its sheath clanged and vibrated, losing its control at some unknown point.
"To your right, on the fire safety box, there's a set of handcuffs."
