Five or six days later, Zhao Fu and the others arrived at another country. It was already very close to the Otherworld Region. Before long, Zhao Fu should be able to see what the true Otherworld Region was like.
The group stopped at an inn to rest and recover briefly. The centaur prince, Ai Fei, had also fully assumed the role of chief servant. He directly paid to book the inn, made all the arrangements, and had numerous guards standing by the entrance. Zhao Fu only needed to step out of the carriage; he did not need to do anything himself.
Zhao Fu was quite pleased by this, as it made things much easier for him as well.
After arriving at the inn, everyone acted with the utmost caution. Even a ghost would know that with such a grand display, Zhao Fu's identity could not possibly be simple. Naturally, they feared offending him by accident—otherwise, they would not even know how they died.
With the snakefolk goddess and wolffolk goddess in his arms, Zhao Fu sat down at a table, followed by all the women. The dishes had already been laid out. Zhao Fu did not even need to lift a hand; some women served him food, while others poured him wine and attended to him.
Ai Fei felt somewhat envious. Though he had not dared get too close to the carriage along the way, the wanton sounds of the women had been quite loud. Now, he truly admired Zhao Fu.
As a centaur with the bloodline of a rightful king, he was exceptionally formidable in that regard—the stallion among stallions. Yet he did not believe he had the ability to conquer the women around Zhao Fu, much less make them so happy.
What shocked Ai Fei even more was