C411 Left or Right Arm

Seven days later.

In the tavern, a slightly fat middle-aged man was pacing back and forth in front of Su Jue's room. He appeared to be extremely anxious, but he was empty as he guarded Su Jue's room, preventing him from taking even half a step.

"I said, oh empty lord, go and report quickly, that's Dao Potian, the young master of the Tyrant Blade Sect, and I'm just the owner of a small inn