Afternoon, the village.
The only small tavern in the village was buzzing with excitement.
At table after table, the jianghu revelers sat, raising their glasses, faces flushed, talking and laughing loudly...
Please note, when I say "loudly," I mean it; they were truly loud.
How loud? Well, it was the kind of loud where they wanted "every word they said and every boast they made to be heard by the whole room."
If these folks were any louder, even the shouting of the serving boy would have been drowned out.
Just as the atmosphere in the tavern was at its most heated, suddenly—
Whoosh—
With a gust of cold wind slicing through the room, several figures appeared at the doorway.
At that moment, the drinkers in the tavern, especially those seated near the door, couldn't help but furrow their brows and even glared angrily at the entrance.
