Kapitel 463: 278_1

A moment later, a large group of people entered the inn. Leading them was an old man, his terrifying aura billowed out, making the innkeeper and others walk towards him on tenterhooks to greet him. However, the old man merely cast a glance at them before a divine skill sent them hurtling against the wall.

Following behind the old man were about a dozen people who were equally formidable, weapons in hand and on high alert. August Westman limped in, complaining to the elder about how he'd been mistreated, going so far as to exaggerate the extent of his suffering, leaving the distressed innkeeper dumbfounded.

Logan appeared utterly composed. However, he had to admit the Westman Family was indeed powerful, ready to deploy the Perfect King's Seat for revenge at a moment's disagreement. The Perfect King's Seat was nearly a Half-Step Sovereign, one of the strongest in this city, who would not act without cause. But when he did, it was always a storm of blood and gore.