Ace's steps halted. His sharp gaze locked onto Hua Lesy, who stood trembling before him.
"What do you mean?" His voice was chilled steel, each word carrying an unspoken weight.
Hua Lesy swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. Scared. Hesitant.
"Your disciples… they're in the inn."
His lungs seized. His thoughts blanked. A formation. In the middle of the city. And his disciples were inside it.
He had already heard about it—rumors spreading like wildfire. A battle unfolding inside an inn.
A conflict between cultivators wasn't uncommon. It was just another day in a world where the strong devoured the weak.
But his disciples?
"No."
The word pounded inside his skull, louder than any roar of battle.
What the hell were they doing inside that inn!
Not them. Not the only solace he had just found after coming in this world.
He didn't hesitate as he gets his allss up and began to move.
The inn loomed ahead, surrounded by curious cultivators and commoners.
