Before noon had arrived, Yuelai Inn was already fully occupied.
However, the atmosphere inside the inn could hardly be described as lively...
Every customer, with a back like a tiger and a waist like a bear, either grouped in threes or twos at a table, or dominated a table solo. Each was willing to order dishes, and all the meat dishes available in the inn were served at every table. But none of them chatted or talked much, all bowing their heads to slowly savor their drink and meat, making the entire front hall eerily quiet.
The swords lying across the dining tables added to the oppressive atmosphere...
The regular local patrons who often frequented the inn to help with business, didn't dare to visit upon seeing such a scene.
The wait staff of the inn were all trembling in fear, neither daring to call out orders nor to walk too heavily, lest they disturb these lords and be greeted with a blade to the head.
