The sky grew dim, and the lanterns were just lit.
Yang Ge lifted the windscreen and stepped into Yuelai Inn.
Among the six people bubbling hotpot and humming tunes inside the inn, Xiao Baoqi, seated directly across from the entrance, glanced at him and, for a moment, failed to recognize him, waved his hand carelessly, and said, "Dear customer, we're closed. Please come early tomorrow if you're looking for accommodations!"
Yang Ge picked up the Cold Moon Blade and let out a cold laugh.
All six turned their heads towards him, but it was Fang Ke who recognized him first, "My lord?"
As soon as he spoke, the rest of the five were shocked.
"Damn it, Second Master?"
"Why have you turned up like this?"
"Has your journey not been smooth?"
The six men scrambled to make room, surging forward together.
