"Not interesting, why doesn't this young master continue speaking?"
"Don't think everyone is like you, used to being a coward!"
"In the will to fight, there is only death, no life. This is the blood of the Mountain-cutting Army. All who come to Chuanzhong Pass are here to kill Demons. Don't defile this place."
Saying this, the bearded great Han gulped down a bowl of wine at the table and slammed it down, then stood up,
"Count me among those people!"
After speaking, this man quickly left the tavern, plunging into the howling wind and snow outside.
And with this man's departure, one after another, people in the tavern picked up their hats or cloaks and left this warm room filled with the scent of wine.
Suddenly, the tavern grew much quieter.
Leaving only those young masters with unsightly faces and some silent individuals.
