"Elder, may I trouble you to ask, is this Ferocious Tiger Col?"
Li Yan, leading Flying Thunder and carrying a sword box on his back with the Jumu Great Sword at his waist, looked travel-weary as he arrived at a remote dwelling to ask for directions.
"Indeed, indeed, this is the place."
The door was opened by a gaunt old man over fifty, his body hunched. Seeing a burly man leading a strong horse and carrying weapons, he felt somewhat intimidated and hurriedly responded.
Li Yan glanced at the muddy road full of pits and asked again, "How do I get to the inn from here?"
"Just ahead, take a left turn, and you'll arrive. It's the only inn for miles around, run by my nephew."
Li Yan nodded his thanks, "Much appreciated, elder."
Just as he was about to leave, the scrawny old man called out to him again.
"Valiant sir."
Li Yan turned, "Yes?"
"Er, you are with the government, aren't you?"
