The innkeeper saw a pair of cold lights rushing towards him and chuckled lightly, "Only the dead would produce such a chilling wind."
An Jing said, "I think you seem very much like a dead man."
The innkeeper felt a sudden chill in his heart and subconsciously retreated backwards.
He knew he had encountered a tough opponent, the young man in white before him looked unassuming, but his strength was undoubtedly terrifying.
An Jing asked indifferently, "Who are you?"
The man before him had no low cultivation, being of the First Grade Human Flower Realm; having such a person hiding in an inn as the innkeeper, there was certainly something strange going on.
"Swoosh! Swoosh!"
The innkeeper's eyes suddenly widened, and he hurtled away into the distance.
"Where do you think you're going!?"
Just then, a sharp shout rang out.
Yu Qiurong, with the Water Stopping Sword in hand, pursued quickly, the sword in her hand was extremely sharp as it aimed directly for the innkeeper's back.