On the table, there was an oil lamp.
Even though it was just a small flame, it was enough to light up the small guest room.
This cold night was destined to be sleepless.
Therefore, Duan Keyi did not intend to go to bed at all.
He sat by the table, closed his eyes, and regulated his breathing.
For an expert of his level, this level of rest was enough to recover the physical and mental strength he had lost during the day.
"To deal with an old man like me, there's no need to mobilize so many people ..."
Suddenly, he opened his mouth and said this.
Before he finished speaking, he had already opened his eyes and reached for the sword on the table.
Almost at the same time as he held the scabbard, a series of "PU Pu Dong Dong" sounds suddenly burst out around him.
That ... Was the sound of a hidden weapon piercing through the window paper and wooden boards.
