A thunderous roar like a collapsing mountain erupted from the street. Zhao Qi’s expression shifted, and he immediately drew the heavy broadsword from his waist, ordering in a grim voice, "Secure the inn! At the first sign of trouble, escort the Imperial Noble Consort and the Little Prince away immediately!"
"Yes, My Lord!"
The unified response echoed along the street. Under the watchful eyes of Weidong and the Secret Guards, a wall of fire swept in from the street-head, reaching the vicinity of the inn in the blink of an eye.
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