The killing intent came too quickly and suddenly, but it was resolved just as quickly and unexpectedly. As a result, the few cultivators who escaped a calamity in the small tavern stood dumbfounded, with expressions of bewilderment. After a while, they finally shifted their gaze to Chu Mo, and their eyes were filled with awe and reverence.
Then, the leader of these cultivators trembled as he clasped his fists towards Chu Mo: "Thank you, senior, for saving us!"
Chu Mo shook his head; he only acted because he couldn't stand idly by.
At this moment, the door of the small tavern suddenly turned to dust, disappearing into thin air, leaving only a doorway.
A figure stood at the entrance, a young man in his thirties. He was handsome but had a slightly feminine appearance, with a pale face, as if he had sustained some internal injury.
