Jian Wushuang wore a cloak, his face obscured, but from his attire, he resembled a martial arts master.
Carrying a sword on his back, he looked like a wandering swordsman, his face hidden as he journeyed far.
The waiter appeared dull-eyed, but his hands and feet were quick, and his tone carried the air of the common folk. He eagerly welcomed Jian Wushuang inside.
"Would you prefer an upper room or a middle room?" The waiter bent over, bowing his head with a smile.
Jian Wushuang took out a money pouch from his waist and slammed it onto the table, declaring loudly, "An upper room, and bring me two jars of good wine, a pound of cooked beef, and a plate of peanuts!"
"Right away, sir! Please wait a moment; I'll arrange it immediately!"
His arrangement was merely shouting back to the kitchen and then retrieving a key from the innkeeper, which he respectfully handed to Jian Wushuang.
