The rain flowed down the edge of the hat, like a veil covering the man. He caught a glimpse of Nolan Yan's subtle movements, his brows jumped, and he reached for the long cloth bag behind him.
At this moment, a heavenly call suddenly came from the hall, interrupting the tense situation between the two.
"Yan---" At the critical moment, the King of Qi said, "Well, it's okay, let him in."
Before Nolan Yan could answer, the man immediately withdrew his hand as quickly as he had touched his purse just now, and shouted: "Listen, listen, the immortal has spoken, don't block the way, let me in!"
As soon as the man opened his mouth, it was like ten mynah birds chattering in unison in his ears, yelling with a broken voice. Nolan Yan was so annoyed that he reluctantly put away his knife. When the man jumped off the horse, his sensitive ears suddenly caught a crisp sound, like the collision of metal and stone, a long and distant sound.
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