Both sects' contingents inquired along the way and finally found two adjacent inns to the east of the town.
No sooner had they dismounted than several nervous attendants from within the inn huddled around them, followed by an innkeeper with a slightly elderly appearance wearing a red head-covering.
Seeing them travel-worn, their garments splattered with mud and blood, they were feared to be evil guests.
The innkeeper was on tenterhooks, deeply afraid of courting trouble.
Yet not daring to offend them, he could only tremble and whisper cautiously, "Esteemed heroes, may I ask where you come from?"
His question was veiled, but Zhao Rong, walking in front, was not one to speak in riddles and said plainly, "Innkeeper, rest easy. We are disciples of the Five Peaks Sword Sects, not some bandits or evil outlaws."
"Do you have any vacant rooms here?"
