"Damn it! This shabby inn is even filthier than the teahouse in our village! Just look at this place, how long has it been since it was last cleaned?"
Fingertips lightly brushed the tabletop, picking up a thick layer of dust.
Rong Heng's eyes slightly lowered, a glimpse of a dark light flashed across them as he meticulously wiped the dust from his fingers, his jaw drawn in.
"Speak."
Someone leaned in, lowering their voice, "Head of the House, I just took a walk around, and guess what, this inn really is quite strange!"
Hearing this, the others crowded around him, all chattering at once, "What do you mean by 'strange'?"
Unable to hold back, someone spat disdainfully, "I told you earlier, that landlady looked like a fairy, no way she's over thirty! She must be some demon in disguise!"
"Liao Laosan, I told you to study more, but you insist on feeding pigs! Read fewer of those useless storybooks! Where in this world do you find actual monsters?"
"What's wrong with me..."
