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Silver Moon City, Immortal Drunk Inn.
Chu Yuan looked at the innkeeper in front of him, who was acting like a fawning dog, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
It hadn't been that long since he last saw the shopkeeper.
Why did it feel like he was dealing with a completely different person?
The shopkeeper he knew before had integrity; even with a knife to his throat, he could still joke about not opening a branch. But now, with a smile plastered on his face, he groveled, relentlessly asking about opening a branch.
This confused Chu Yuan.
He had clearly told him before to open a branch at the foot of his sect's mountain; the guy was dead set against it.
And now he was actually suggesting opening a branch himself.
This baffled Chu Yuan.
Could it be that the shopkeeper had been possessed?
Impossible.
He probably just ate something wrong.
"Um, Shopkeeper, are you feeling unwell?"
Chu Yuan's gaze was full of disbelief.
