"I... I can't tell either."
The owner of the tavern answered in a deliberately low voice, his face full of shame.
The air was filled with an oppressive atmosphere, seemingly foretelling something.
"You don't have many chances left."
Qian Cangyi said.
When he said this, he didn't even glance at the tavern owner.
Hearing this slightly threatening words, the owner quickly bowed his head.
Not far away, a man began to be inspected. He first handed a thousand taels of toll to the short soldier, then placed the items he carried on his body outside the temporary black tent, and then walked in.
About five minutes later, the man who had been inspected came out.
Different from the jittery emotion when entering the black tent, after the inspection, the man's face was full of delight.
Not only him, but also most of the people standing near Qian Cangyi breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the heavy atmosphere did not lighten.
It seemed that a storm was brewing.
