"Keep screaming and I'll slaughter you too," Yi Chen said with a gentle smile to the plump female cultivator. At this moment, the woman felt as if a giant hand had grasped her heart, terror engulfing her like a tsunami, and her screams came to an abrupt halt.
At this moment, the entire tavern fell into silence, everyone shocked by the scene unfolding before them.
The thin monkey who had earlier called out to the bearded monk for guidance now sat restlessly in a corner. Just moments ago, his long-time collaborator, the black panther, had died.
Someone had been killed with brutal force in the midst of the bustling market, their blood splattering across the ground in a horrific display, some droplets even staining the surface of his shoes.
"Hiss, this person couldn't possibly know my relationship with Brother Panther, could he?"
"He shouldn't. I have always been in touch with Brother Panther directly, just helping out with some minor tasks."
