C89 A pig slaughtering knife

Inside the Drunken Immortal Tavern, the lights were on and life was in an uproar.

Although it had been more than twenty days since the Phoenix Cry Sect was annihilated, most of the guests were still discussing about this matter.

There was a wooden octagonal table near the door. Four men sat there. They were tall, short, fat, and skinny. There were also weapons beside them. Clearly