Yan Dao's words were, naturally, a sign of submission.
Even Yao Sanniang, who had been so aggressive before, now refrained from retorting further, merely glaring somberly at the others.
After all, they were just an innkeeper and chef; standing their ground against these powerful individuals was already commendable.
Yao Sanniang's physical body had been poisoned; continuing to battle could very well lead to its disintegration. Even if the official government were to arrive, what good would it do then?
With no physical body, could one rely solely on a Divine Soul and Dharma Image to stay alive? The loss would still be theirs to bear.
This inn wasn't exactly running a legitimate business either; it was situated in a desolate area and had a reputation as a black-market establishment. They had previously had dealings with these powerful individuals.
