Shen Ye pushed open the door.
The large hall of the inn was full. Every table was occupied by professionals.
The noise was deafening.
The shop assistant bustled back and forth serving dishes.
It looked nothing more than a normal inn at first glance.
However—
Several bodies lay on the ground, blood still oozing from their wounds, evidently recently deceased.
The other patrons in the inn acted as if they saw nothing unusual.
Only the elderly innkeeper behind the counter smiled and said,
"Another esteemed guest arrives; business is really booming today."
Shen Ye approached the counter and surveyed his surroundings,
"May I ask what services you provide here?"
"The desert is extremely dangerous and will soon become even more so, yet we can ensure everyone's safety," the innkeeper said.
Shen Ye glanced back at Mo Ga Ru.
Mo Ga Ru wanted to speak, but remembering his own issue with speaking, decided against it.
And besides, Baxter was still quite reliable.
