Ever since the inn was graced by this group of deadbeats, Yuelai Inn had never been short on business.
In the early morning darkness, these deadbeats eagerly awaited outside for Yang Ge to open the doors for early tea.
At night, only when the moon reached the treetops did these deadbeats leave the inn in twos and threes, tracing the moonlit path.
And no matter whether it was sunny or rainy, these deadbeats would arrive punctually, rain or shine.
They even turned Yang Ge, the respectable store manager of Yuelai Inn, into a pitiful hard worker with schedules from eight in the morning to nine at night.
Several times, Yang Ge was so annoyed that he wanted to close the doors and let Huang bite these soulless creatures...
What left him speechless was that the number of martial artists who continued to flock to Yuelai Inn significantly increased after Li Qing checked in.
Although not all martial artists were deadbeats.
