"My sword has fought with me for many years and killed countless foes. It should have its own room. However, as I never part with my sword, two rooms are enough for now."
Lu Zhou looked calm, but he did not know in his heart whether to cry or laugh. He could not believe there was such a neurotic person in this world. However, to his surprise, he saw Little Yuan'er touch her chin thoughtfully. Then, she nodded approvingly and said, "I agree that you do need two rooms."
"Please forgive me, my respected guest!" When the innkeeper saw that the Divine Court expert was not angry, his manner became much friendlier and more polite.
"Hold on!" Lu Zhou said suddenly.
That gave the man and the innkeeper a pause, and they both turned to look at him, who appeared to be just a weak old man they could easily push to the ground.
"What is it, Old Mister?" the innkeeper asked.
"I want a heaven-grade room."
"But..."
