Rise of the Otherworld.

Zhang Hao returned to the inn and told everyone what had happened. The candlelight in the room flickered, illuminating the solemn faces of the people.

"This city seems far more complicated than we imagined," Mo Ying said, frowning. His brows were deeply twisted into a "川" shape, and his eyes were filled with worry.

Feng Wuhen seemed to be thinking about something: "The identity of that woman is mysterious, I don't know if she is a friend or an enemy." His eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about some profound question.

After some discussion, everyone decided to get information from the innkeeper first.

The next day, Zhang Hao deliberately tried to get close to the clerk, even slipping him some silver. The clerk looked at the silver in his hand, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. He glanced around, then finally spoke: "This city has been in turmoil lately. It's said the city lord has contracted a strange illness, and various factions are secretly vying for power." He lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard.

Zhang Hao was shocked. He had never expected such a thing to happen. His brows furrowed even more, and his doubts grew stronger.

At this moment, a loud noise came from outside. The sound was like a thunder, breaking the original tranquility.

Everyone went out to investigate, only to see a group of people fighting in the street. The scene was chaotic. The shouts of people and the clash of weapons mixed together to form a sea of ​​noise. The dust was so thick that it was almost impossible to see what was happening.

"Which faction is fighting this time?" a disciple asked. There was a hint of panic in his voice, and his body involuntarily stepped back.

Zhang Hao shook his head: "Let's wait and see." His eyes were fixed on the chaotic scene, trying to find some clues from it.

As the fight progressed, one side gradually gained the upper hand, forcing the other to flee. The losers lay in the dust, their figures utterly disfigured, while the victors cheered with elation, overflowing with pride.

Suddenly, a wounded man ran towards Zhang Hao and the others, chased by several vicious guys. The man's clothes were torn, his body was covered in blood, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

Zhang Hao instinctively came to the rescue. He flashed like a bolt of lightning and rushed towards the pursuers. He swung his sword and instantly repelled the pursuers.

The injured man burst into tears of gratitude: "Thank you very much for saving my life, hero. I am a member of a small family in the city, and we are forced to be involved in this situation." His voice trembled, and his body shook with pain and fear.

Zhang Hao helped him up: "What is going on?" His voice was gentle but firm, trying to calm the other person down.

The man gasped and said, "Several major families in the city want to take control of the overall situation while the city lord is sick. There are constant fights and the people are suffering." His eyes were full of helplessness and sadness, as if he had despaired of this chaotic situation.

Zhang Hao and the others looked at each other, feeling the daunting situation. Mo Ying said, "What should we do? We came here to complete our mission, but we didn't expect to find ourselves in such a mess."

At this time, Feng Wuhen said: "Perhaps we can take advantage of this chaotic situation and find an opportunity to complete our mission." A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, as if he already had some ideas.

Zhang Hao pondered for a moment: "But you have to be careful and don't get dragged into it and unable to escape." His voice was heavy and cautious, knowing that in this complicated situation, the slightest carelessness would lead to him falling into an irretrievable situation.

Just as they were about to return to the inn to make further plans, they discovered that several pairs of eyes were staring at them in the dark. Their eyes were cold and full of hostility, making people shudder.

Zhang Hao's heart tightened: "It seems that we have attracted the attention of certain people."

Mo Ying tightened his grip on the sword: "No matter who it is, it won't be easy to deal with us."

Everyone quickened their pace back to the inn. The atmosphere in the room was tense and depressing.

"What should we do next?" a disciple couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Hao took a deep breath and said, "Let's wait and see what happens to those who are watching us."

At night, the wind howled outside the window, as if foreshadowing the coming storm...