After leaving Lingzhou, Song Qingshu traveled eastward. The journey was dull and tedious. Sometimes even he sighed to himself—outsiders thought he was roaming the world, flirting with beauties along the way, but only he knew how hard it truly was.
He rarely enjoyed a stable life throughout the year. He spent more time apart than together with his beloved women, constantly rushing from place to place without pause. He truly might have been freer and happier as nothing more than a pure martial arts master.
Still, complaints were complaints; what needed doing still had to be done. He had already entered this game of contending for the world, and there was no withdrawing halfway through. The winner took all, while the loser would be doomed beyond redemption. Now, he was no longer striving merely for his own ideals; he also carried the livelihoods and lives of countless people on his shoulders.
After traveling for an entire day, Song Qingshu found an inn in a nearby town when night fell. He tossed a silver ingot onto the counter. "Innkeeper, I want Room One of the Heaven tier."
It was not that he was deliberately putting on airs. These so-called Heaven-tier rooms sounded impressive, but their surroundings and amenities were only average. Even a decent hotel room from his previous life would have far surpassed them by who knew how much. Moreover, he had grown accustomed to living in imperial palaces and princely estates in this world, so ordinary inn rooms naturally struggled to catch his eye.
The rooms in such a rustic little town naturally could not be very good. He might as well take their best room and hope it would not be too terrible.
Song Qingshu had never been one to mistreat himself. After all, he now controlled several