Fang Hao sat on the back of the Bone Dragon, listening to the screams emanating from the tavern where the lights had been extinguished.
If it weren't for the affairs of the Bloodthroat Tribe, there wouldn't have been any urgency in killing them.
But given the threat that had emerged in the north, he couldn't afford to have a potential hazard lurking in the south.
Thus, it was their misfortune to provoke Fang Hao at this time.
The killing cry only lasted for 5 minutes, then a Blood Hunter carrying an old man leapt out of the window.
The gigantic bat wings flapped, landing on the Bone Dragon that was hovering mid-air.
Only by now, candle lights arose from the first floor of the tavern, with the bartender's voice raising queries.
"Sir, is it this old man?"
"Yes, let's head back."
The Blood Hunter gently patted the neck of the Bone Dragon, which then set off in the direction of their territory.
...
The City Lord's Hall.
