The livestock here were much larger than what Li Chengyi remembered.
He picked an inn at random, named the White Spot Inn.
The proprietor was an old man with a white beard who liked to play chess.
When Li Chengyi entered, he was studying the remaining pieces on the chessboard alone.
The first floor was filled with common people eating, with no martial artists or any sign of the pugilist world.
Most were barefoot traders on the run.
"How long will our guest be staying?" the old innkeeper asked, glancing at Li Chengyi, pausing noticeably at his white deer horns.
"One day," Li Chengyi said. He intended to scout the nearby area and absorb the energy of flowers to replenish his Evil Thoughts. He would start by staying one day to try it out.
He took out some Silver Coins and slid them across the table.
The innkeeper expertly weighed the coins, confirmed the amount, and gave change.
