The situation seemed to be under control for the moment. The injured were carried away one by one, and the martial artists of the Martial Alliance no longer had their swords drawn. The collapsed inn, the broken tables, and the shattered furnishings.
And the lingering smell of blood still stimulated the senses, but…
‘It’s a relief it ended here.’
Baek Yeon-cheong let out a small sigh. At least the worst-case scenario had been avoided. The Plum Blossom Sword Immortal sheathed his sword and looked around, while Jin Cheon stood to one side with his arms crossed.
His eyes were still cold, but at least he no longer looked ready to fight.
‘This is enough.’
That was Baek Yeon-cheong’s judgment. It had been revealed that this was not a surprise attack by the unorthodox alliance, and the pretext for the fight had been more or less sorted out. The rest was a matter for the Martial Alliance to handle.
There was no reason for more blood to be spilled here.
However…
“Step aside.”
A low, dry voice was heard. As Baek Yeon-cheong and the Martial Alliance martial artists reflexively turned their heads, they saw an old man slowly walking toward them. The moment they saw the old man, who appeared dressed in the Daoist robes of Wudang, the martial artists grew tense again.
Someone muttered under their breath.
“That man is…”