Gu An was not swayed by Shen Zhen's words. Drawing someone's battle process was too offensive, and he was not lacking in high-rank medicinal herbs at present. Unless Shen Zhen offered him a Seventh-Order Medicinal Grass, he would remain uninterested.
Shen Zhen came from the Daotian Sect of the Great Yu Dynasty, an extremely distant place. Even conveying a single message would take an indeterminate amount of time.
Gu An said, "The whole city is in chaos, how can I be in the mood to paint, Ms. Shen? We should find a place to hide to avoid..."
Suddenly, a thunderous noise interrupted Gu An's words. The entire inn shook violently, and dust surged in from the windows, engulfing the two of them.
Shen Zhen quickly wrapped her arm around Gu An's waist and rushed out of the inn, arriving at the back courtyard.
Gu An tried to free himself from her grip, but she held him tightly. With a serious look in her eyes, she looked towards the back of the inn and whispered, "Don't move."
