The mournful roar of a fierce tiger echoed between heaven and earth, persisting for a long while before fading away.
Inside Liu Wuqiu's house, Xiahou Xuan sat on a stool, reading a book by the moonlight, Wang Anfeng closed his eyes to practice his Inner Qi, fully committing to cultivation. Huangfu Xiong, whose jaw had been forced open to consume medicinal liquor, had also awakened. He was truthfully bored and kept taking small sips from the liquor jar occasionally.
Outside the house was deathly silent, with only the howling mountain wind. They could only wait here, prepared to face an unknown judgment. The Vigorous Qi outside was like a tiger, signalling that this was anything but their affair to intervene in.
But sitting and waiting for death was indeed uncomfortable.
