In the bustling pub known as the "Dragon's Roar," the air was filled with laughter and cups clinking. Dressed in vibrant robes and adorned with intricate accessories, cultivators from various sects mingled together, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and excitement. The scent of fragrant tea and aged spirits wafted through the air, enveloping the patrons in a warm and inviting atmosphere.
At a round table nestled in a dimly lit corner, a group of ordinary cultivators huddled together, and their faces grave with concern. Chen Xiaohu, a young swordsman with a determined gaze, gestured with his cup as he spoke, his voice resonating with a hint of sorrow.
"Did you hear about the 4th Prince, Wu Wan?" Chen Xiaohu said, his tone laced with a tinge of disbelief. "His lifeless body was found hanging at the city gate this morning."
