In the blink of an eye, the outside was surrounded by people.
Rainwater dripped from the brims of their hats. Hundreds of men stood completely motionless, yet they exuded an endless, oppressive aura.
The dark clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to crush it.
The teahouse owner had already hidden himself away.
A middle-aged man with an eagle hook nose shouted, "Come out! Don't involve this teahouse."
Jiang Ce knew there was no avoiding it and walked out slowly, holding Wang Xinyao.
With every step he took, the oppressive feeling around him grew stronger. It was as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing down on his back, an urge that made one want to kneel involuntarily.
But Jiang Ce took each step firmly. With every move, the people outside parted just enough to let him through, eventually forming a narrow path. However, the crowd had also closed in, completely surrounding him. There was no escape.
