After the incident with Zhu Dabiao, the people outside the inn returned to the hall and no longer dared to look at Xu Jiaojiao. They all kept their heads down, talking softly.
"Daoist, did you see? That woman is not to be trifled with. I never thought she was a Ascension Peak expert. Truly, you can't judge a book by its cover!"
"Heh!"
"It's a pity about Zhu Dabiao. His cultivation was wasted for nothing."
"Sigh!"
Someone sighed, "Well, that's still better than dying!"
"Heh!"
Someone laughed, "If I lost my cultivation, I'd rather die..."
There was a lot of discussion in the hall. Yan Rufeng and Xiao Fei had already drunk four jars of Red Flower Wine.
At this time, it was late at night. Xu Jiaojiao called the waiter and had him take the drunken Yan Rufeng and Xiao Fei to the firewood room.
After settling Yan Rufeng and Xiao Fei, Xu Jiaojiao returned to her room at the inn, sat cross-legged on the bed, and slowly closed her eyes.
