The piercing sound of a long whistle drew closer from afar, and before everyone could figure out what was happening, there was a loud bang as the inn's door and the thick cotton curtain shattered together.
A black figure holding a spear stood steadily at the doorway, and the whistling sound that had cut through the air came to an abrupt halt.
He stopped, but the surging impact he brought was like a flood, sweeping out the hall's tables, chairs, cups, dishes, and all the diners and drinkers.
A chaotic crashing sound ensued, breaking tables and chairs, shattering cups and plates, and many guests were piled up in the corner against the wall.
Winters in Mingjing are very cold, and the north wall of the inn's hall is quite thick, which is why it stopped everyone and everything.
However, because the wall was so solid, nearly a hundred guests in the hall were smashed together, and many unlucky ones had their bones directly broken. Some even fainted from the crash.
