Yuan Ming heard the old man say this and was also taken aback, somewhat confused.
"Sorry, my apologies, I didn't mean to offend, dear guest, please don't mind." Old Smoke Bag's eyes flashed as he apologized repeatedly.
"Take me to my room, please." Yuan Ming gestured with his hand and said.
The old man hurriedly nodded and bowed, walking ahead, calling out and leading the way, taking Yuan Ming out of the main hall through the back door, along a corridor, and into the inner courtyard.
The yard was filled with quite a few trees, offering a rather serene environment, though the rooms they passed along the way were almost all pitch-dark.
"There seem to be quite a few people in this town, but the business of this inn doesn't seem to be too good." Yuan Ming silently criticized in his mind.
Upon arriving at the back courtyard, he once again saw that wooden young man, who was feeding hay to his horse.
