Xianzui Inn.
Second floor.
After the shopkeeper fervently refused,
Chu Yuan gave up on the idea of persuading the shopkeeper to open a branch at the foot of Wayless Sect's mountain.
It wasn't that Chu Yuan wanted to.
He really had no choice.
The shopkeeper got so agitated that he nearly put a knife to his own throat.
That's what made Chu Yuan drop the notion.
Looking at a table full of delicious dishes,
Chu Yuan murmured softly to himself as he ate.
"What a pity. I thought from now on I could come down the mountain to eat every day. This way, the disciples wouldn't have to worry about food and drink..."
The shopkeeper standing by nearly stumbled and fell, taking a deep breath.
He felt lucky that he had been resolute earlier, putting the knife to his throat; otherwise, he might be preparing to open a branch right now.
He would have to serve him every day.
Then what business would he do?
Just wait for the inn to close.
The shopkeeper was immensely relieved.
