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Watching the innkeeper descend the stairs, Lin Chen fell silent for a moment before pulling Mu Qingxuan into the room.
Lin Chen actually couldn't discern the realm of cultivation of the other party, which suggests she was no ordinary person.
Being able to run such an inn in this kind of place, and the way she effortlessly flung out a ninth-layer Spirit Gathering martial artist like wringing a chicken, also indicated the innkeeper's extraordinariness.
In any case, there was definitely more to the innkeeper than met the eye, and it was a wise move for Lin Chen to spend some spirit stones to be on good terms with her.
Once inside the room, Lin Chen was still holding Mu Qingxuan's hand, her face turning a deep shade of red as she bashfully looked at Lin Chen.
She was already fantasizing about what would come next when Lin Chen, realizing he had been holding her hand the whole time, hurriedly and awkwardly let go.
