After parting with Han Zhan, Zhan Ning asked the landlady for another room.
The chaos earlier had sufficiently frightened the landlady of the Nightingale Inn.
"The people of the Mechanical Sect are really insane; this is supposed to be a designated ceasefire zone by the five parties!"
The landlady patted her impressive bosom, trembling as she looked at Zhan Ning.
This Tier Seven Punishment Knight had already enjoyed some "delicacies" tonight, and after experiencing a life-and-death battle, he had no plans for a second round for now.
"The ceasefire zone is set by people, after all."
Zhan Ning shrugged.
The implication was that a ceasefire zone could both hold peace or ignite conflict, depending on what those in power intended.
"The fifty-year cycle of the Slaughter Battlefield is about to reopen, and all factions are itching to move."
"Be careful lately and try not to entertain unfamiliar guests."
