Next, one, two, three... almost forty swift horses galloped past the window in succession.
Regardless of gender or age, the faces of those who rode the horses were solemn, minding their own business.
Only a few younger women curiously glanced at the eight majestic horses, shiny-coated and tall-headed, tethered outside the tavern.
But it was only a glance; they expressed no intent to investigate or linger.
"People of the Jianghu, with hostility lingering on their brows and sorrow in their eyes; by their appearance, it seems like they have had some provocation and brawl. They are in a hurry to chase and seek revenge." Ji Liuyun spoke his thoughts after all the people passed by.
"People in Jianghu cannot avoid grudges and battles."
Lin Jinyang, not wanting to indulge in the disputes of Jianghu, fearing troubles, said, "We don't need to bother about them. As long as they don't block our way, it doesn't matter how many of them die."
"That being said."
