Suddenly,
a clear sound of sword clashing echoed, and the eyes of the man wielding the knife were dazzled by a flash of sword light, rendering him unable to open them.
The young man's sword hovered in front of his chest, its guard blocked by another sword that was sheathed halfway.
It was precisely that half-drawn treasured sword that reflected the blinding light!
In the second floor of the inn, only Mo Da witnessed when Zhao Rong's sword had been unsheathed.
Nan Shan Shi, clutching the urn, also wanted to look,
but the window was already blocked by people, and he was not tall to begin with, plus he was holding Gao.
It wasn't like he could jump up to take a look; otherwise, wouldn't he end up scattering Gao everywhere?
Cheng Mingyi directly pulled him back to his seat and sternly instructed, "It's crowded and chaotic, don't wander around holding Gao."
"Yes, senior brother."
"Ah!"
"Senior brother~!"
