Riding swiftly, the two soon arrived in front of a village.
It was rare to see smiles on their faces; being in the middle of nowhere, this village meant they wouldn't have to camp in the wilderness at night. They could have a hot meal and take a warm bath.
Under a large Locust Tree at the village entrance, an old man was bent over, searching for something and muttering to himself, ignoring Zhong Lin and the other rider.
"Old man, is there an inn in this village?" Mei Weixuan leaned over and asked.
The old man raised his head, squinting at Zhong Lin and his companion.
"Where are you young men from, have you taken the wrong road?"
"We didn't take a wrong turn, just missed the timing. Is there an inn in this village? My brother and I want to rest here for the night."
"An inn? Yes, there is. Go inside, walk past three houses, then turn right. It's Liu Laotou's teahouse, and he offers accommodations."
