"A close shave," Tianji said with a sigh of relief after completing his prediction, uttering these four words.
Hearing Tianji's words, Ji Dong's gaze swept sharply over his companions' faces before he said in a deep voice, "We depart tonight."
Just then, a sudden commotion of footsteps came from outside, drawing everyone's attention. A somewhat shrill voice was heard shouting loudly, "What? No more rooms? In this dump, you've run out of rooms? If you're out, then make some! We are the closest followers of Lord Dark Tianji, look, this is the Dark Medal. Only members of the Dark Sacrifice Group are entitled to wear it. These Ordinary Magicians are nothing, tell them to scram, we've booked the whole place. Dammit, what a shoddy place, not even a decent place to stay."
"Respected Dark Ritualist, but, but..."
