"Senior Brother Fang, what's wrong?"
At his side, Yun Qianyue's purple veil fluttered gently. Noticing Fang Han's slight pause, she asked with a trace of inquiry in her cool voice.
She followed his gaze toward the tavern but didn't notice anything obviously out of the ordinary.
Fang Han retracted his gaze. His expression was calm and untroubled as he said nonchalantly,
"There's a fairly strong Martial Artist in that tavern. Pay him no mind. Our mission comes first."
He had a faint feeling that the owner of that prying gaze was trouble, but his top priority was to take control of the Chu Family, prevent any news from leaking, and stop any remnants from escaping. He couldn't afford any complications.
With that, he lingered no longer, leading the group as they hurried toward the Chu Family's estate.
