On the bed, Li Yan suddenly opened his eyes.
He turned over and got up, grabbing his Duan Chen Blade as he approached the window, opening a crack to look outside.
That sound of the gong was not unfamiliar to him.
In every state, prefecture, and county city of the Great Xuan Dynasty, there were night watchmen roaming the streets. They not only beat the gongs to tell time but also patrolled and sounded alarms.
For instance, if there was a fire at midnight or if thieves were stealing, they would sound the gong to alert people.
There was no fire in the city, which meant something must have happened.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before a firelight lit up in the distance.
In the drizzling mist, the torches flickered and there was a din of voices.
Travelers of the pugilistic world, whether merchants or Jianghu people, had to maintain a degree of vigilance, so many in the inn were suddenly awakened.
Soon, there was a knock on the door outside.
