After Zhao Haiming and the others left, the atmosphere in the inn's main hall did not immediately return to normal.
Everyone cast furtive glances at Wang Chen, their eyes filled with utmost reverence. In fact, many did not even dare look at him.
This was a Grandmaster—a living Innate Grandmaster!
Martial Artists in the Grandmaster realm stood at the very pinnacle of Great Wei. They could enter court and receive the Emperor's patronage, or venture into the wilds to establish their own sect and forge a century-long martial legacy.
Ordinary people of the martial world normally had no chance to meet a Grandmaster.
Much less in an inn out in the wilderness.
Of course, no one dared come up and try to ingratiate themselves with him either. If Wang Chen found them annoying and slapped them to death, no one would dare cry injustice.
Who told you to be so blind?
Ignoring the unusual looks from those around him, Wang Chen asked Wang Zhenzhen, "Zhen'er, are you full?"
Wang Zhenzhen took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped her mouth, then gave him a sweet smile. "I'm full."
"Mm."
Wang Chen rose to his feet. "Then get some rest early. We still have to continue our journey tomorrow."
After he took his daughter to their guest room, it was as though a seal had suddenly been lifted from the inn's main hall. The martial wanderers animatedly discussed what had happened earlier, all of them so excited it was as if they had discovered a treasure trove.
Before long, there would probably be another legend in the martial world.
Perhaps because a Grandmaster like Wang Chen was staying there, Tongfu Inn remained peaceful and tranquil that night. Nothing happened until the wind and rain outside finally ceased.
At first light, Wang Chen