This place had already drawn swords and bows. Ji Qianqian, Lu Pingyuan, and the Red Robed Martial Masters of Winning and Losing Tower all had drawn their weapons.
Only Lu Luanti, still calm and collected, sat on the table. She held a tea bowl and coldly smirked.
Their opponents were two young masters dressed extravagantly.
One was taller, with a strong physique and handsome features; the other was shorter and thin, with feminine features, almost like a woman.
Behind them stood thirteen guards, who also held gleaming swords and knives, concentrating and on guard.
Chu Xisheng leapt in from the window, and coldly swept his gaze over these guards, "Put away your weapons! Otherwise, I won't let a single one of you leave the Ancient Market."
As he finished speaking, a grotesque beast with a dragon's head and a jackal's body suddenly materialized behind Chu Xisheng.
