Lu Xueqi (63)

At that critical moment, a somewhat lazy voice drifted down from the second floor of the inn.

"Oh dear, my little establishment can't withstand the antics of so many great experts. If you break anything, you'll have to pay for it."

Everyone looked toward the voice and saw a middle-aged scholar in a plain long robe, with an ordinary face, leaning against the second-floor railing. He held an account book in his hand and smiled down at them.

He was the proprietor of Yue Lai Inn.

Li Fen frowned, clearly displeased by the sudden interruption from a mere mortal innkeeper.

"A mere mortal dares to prattle on? Get lost!"

A nascent soul elder behind him casually waved his hand, sending a fierce gust of wind straight at the scholar-innkeeper on the second floor.

Though this strike had not used his full strength, it was enough to severely injure an ordinary mortal.

Su Han's gaze sharpened. Just as he was about to intervene, he saw the innkeeper remain utterly calm and merely give the account book in his hand a light shake.

The fierce gust vanished the moment it touched the account book, like a clay ox sinking into the sea, without a trace.

Everyone present was stunned by the sight.

The nascent soul elder's pupils contracted, his face filled with disbelief.

Li Fen also put away his contempt and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you, sir?"

The scholar-innkeeper closed his account book and slowly descended the stairs with a smile. "My surname is Wang, and I am the proprietor of this humble establishment. If you gentlemen wish to fight or kill, that is none of my concern, but please take it outside. Do not smash up my means of livelihood."

As he spoke, his gaze seemed to sweep