At a diagonal from the Shadow Tower, there was a wonton stall.
The stall owner seemed quite old, hunching his back, wearing a filthy hat stained with spots, his hands trembling as he boiled wonton.
There weren't many customers around, just three people; two sat at low tables, while another ate standing, holding a bowl of wontons.
Just now, several hidden weapons flew from this direction!
And judging from the speed and force of those hidden weapons, these three hermits had relatively low cultivation, likely only at the Fifth Grade.
After the three customers launched the hidden weapons, they believed Chen Tang was bound to die.
But in the blink of an eye, a fierce gale swept forward.
A mass of shadow rolled to the front, suddenly unfurling like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, bursting with an astonishing aura!
"Not good!"
"This person can still charge out?"
The three customers were shocked, and without time to think, each reached for the weapon on their body.
Thud!
