This Brat Has Good Acting Skills

At the inn, Lin Cheng lounged in the courtyard, eating spirit fruit and drinking fine wine.

This time, the innkeeper had indeed become much more generous. He was no longer so stingy with certain treasures. Perhaps he also meant to curry favor with Lin Cheng, as he brought out some of his treasured valuables to entertain his guest.

Although the innkeeper could not see through Lin Cheng's exact cultivation, anyone who could casually produce an immortal stone could not possibly be below the Earth rank in either status or strength. An Earth-rank existence was already more than worthy of an inn owner's flattery.

Forging a connection with someone of that level was far more valuable than a single immortal stone.

A favor from the strong could prove immensely useful at a critical moment.

"Father, that guy can really eat. We sent over our privately stored top-quality goods, but he finished them in no time, and he even said..."

"What did he say?"

"He said it was too little. He said our inn was ridiculously stingy, only sending up such tiny portions each time—not even enough to fill someone up for one meal. He said he was going to give us a bad review..." The son repeated Lin Cheng's words with a strange expression. Though he had no idea what a bad review was, it definitely was not praise.

The innkeeper frowned. "The things we sent up may not be peerless rarities, but we did put considerable thought into them. Some of those treasures would be useful even to Xuan-rank experts..."

The innkeeper himself was a Xuan-rank expert. Otherwise, how would he have dared conduct certain dealings in secret? Without sufficient strength, would he not have been finished long ago?

To be honest, his heart had ached over the items