"Enough small talk. Business first."
Following the information provided by the Demon Sect, the two turned down three streets before finally arriving at the inn where Xiang Yang was staying.
For the current Demon Sect, having been invested by Great Zhou and formally integrated into the martial world meant its influence was absolutely immeasurable. Its vast hidden intelligence network was the first to benefit, growing ever more terrifying.
At that moment, the inn's waiter had a white rag draped over his shoulder. He was bowing and scraping before a customer who had just paid and left when, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, everything before his eyes suddenly went black, as though something had blocked out the light.
Could it be a heavenly dog devouring the sun? That's no good omen.
The waiter muttered inwardly. When he looked up, he saw two incomparably imposing, terrifyingly fierce-looking burly men standing before him, blocking the sunlight and turning his vision dark.
Looking carefully at their builds and muscles, there was no need for a fight. One glance was enough to tell that they were masters among masters, enough to make others collapse without fighting.
An inn saw a dense and ever-changing stream of people. Its staff were accustomed to all sorts of guests—tall, short, fat, thin, even malformed ones. Yet this waiter had never before seen such fearsome, hulking men.
"Esteemed guests, are you here for a meal or a room? The second floor of our humble inn gets plenty of sunlight and is kept spotless. I guarantee the two of you will stay comfortably."
The waiter's teeth chattered, his legs trembled, and his heart pounded wildly, nearly leaping out of his chest.
Though he knew that in broad daylight, these two probably would not do anything too outrageous, he