Xiang Ying glanced over, her brows furrowed.
"This desolate mountain, there actually is an inn."
"Should we go over and ask?"
After thinking for a moment, Xiang Ying had Qi Fengyi drive the carriage to the front of the inn.
She got off first, planning to observe the place.
However, Xiang Ying discovered that, although light was shining from within the inn, the doors were shut.
She gently knocked on the door, and, in a coarse voice, called out: "Innkeeper, can we still get rooms, innkeeper!"
No response came for a long while, but Xiang Ying was keenly aware of some rustling noises inside the room.
What could this be?
Before long, a rough voice came from inside.
"Coming!"
The door was opened a crack, and the person inside revealed a pair of triangular eyes, a thin face, and a pair of moustaches shaped like the number eight.
He sized up Xiang Ying with his eyes: "You wish to stay at the inn, sir? How many in your party?"
