Mo Liancheng and Qu Tan'er entered the guesthouse, drawing considerable attention.
In the past, they usually attracted stares from strangers, but this time was different. The admiring gazes were fewer, replaced by scrutiny and speculation, with a touch of disdain.
Clad in white, their disheveled appearance was a bit severe, to put it bluntly, they looked rather wretched.
However, when another man followed carrying a broadsword, the room fell silent as if gripped by cold fear.
Every person quickly lowered their head, busying themselves with drinking and eating, obedient as a baby undergoing reverse growth.
Why? The newcomer was none other than Huo Jianchen.
They might not recognize Mo Liancheng and Qu Tan'er, but most had a clear memory of Huo Jianchen, this infamous demon.
