Although murderous intent crossed his mind, Jing Yan did not immediately take action.
There were some matters he needed to clarify further.
His gaze slowly swept over the three men with stubbled beards. All three were Innate Realm Martial Artists, considered experts among ordinary martial artists, but in Jing Yan's eyes, they were no different from ants.
"Donglin City restricts unfamiliar adventurers from entering the city, so how could they hunt Jing Family Disciples? Could it be that the Jing Family Disciples knew that it was extremely dangerous outside the city and still went out to meet their deaths?" Jing Yan's voice was low and somber.
At that moment, the stubble-bearded man had not noticed anything peculiar about Jing Yan. His two companions felt something was wrong, but after sizing Jing Yan up, they found nothing special about him.