Just as they were chatting, suddenly, Feng, standing beside Luoer, abruptly drew her long blade. The blade emitted a series of cries, leaving those unaware to believe she intended to assault Luoer.
Of course, Luoer knew perfectly well that Feng wouldn't do such a thing. The reason for her drawing the blade was rather a sign that danger was present. She gripped the hilt tightly, furrowed her brows, and stared intently at the ground.
"Luoer, the enemies have entered the inn." At this time, Fulajie'er's voice came into his mind. Before going upstairs, he had asked Fulajie'er to stay at the front door as a precaution against covert attacks.
"Check weapon ammunition, Little Ke, pack up our confiscated weapons. Prepare to evacuate," Luoer calmly ordered.
"Where are we going?" Eve, holding onto Jora, asked nervously.
"Of course, to a safe place," Luoer responded.
