Xia Nan reacted swiftly.
Even though the journey was in a rare, safe environment, he was in a state of mental recovery.
Yet, the good habits developed over time and his Perception Attribute of 10 kept him alert of his surroundings.
Almost at the same time as the scream reached his ears, accompanied by a fleeting iron-gray gleam in the air, the Beheading Longsword instinctively unsheathed, tightly gripped in his hand.
As for the bowl of mushroom stew originally in his hands, it naturally spilled onto the ground.
A glance from the corner of his eye, a slight frown.
Still, Xia Nan did not rush towards the direction of the sound.
Instead, he focused his attention, gathered his thoughts, and checked his surroundings in the most prompt and secure manner.
He hadn't been in the tavern hall for days without purpose.
He'd listened to countless bizarre tales, aware of how commotions could be used to attract attention, allowing demons or intelligent creatures to ambush adventurers.
