The old man merely spoke two bland sentences, then held out his hand.
Understanding at once, Li Qing took out three copper coins and tossed them into his palm.
The old man tucked the coins into his robes. At some point, an oil lamp had already appeared in his hand.
"Esteemed guest, please follow me!"
Li Qing said nothing and followed him directly.
Creak... creak... creak.
The old wooden stairs let out strange grinding sounds beneath his feet.
Before long, they arrived on the inn's second floor. Guest rooms seemed to line both sides of the corridor.
They walked on until they reached a room at the very end. The old man slowly pushed open the door.
"Esteemed guest, this is your room!"
Li Qing nodded and stepped inside. What greeted his eyes was an utterly ordinary room.
An ordinary wooden bed, covered with a simple gray quilt.
Beside a wooden table stood two wooden chairs, while a set of teacups and a teapot rested upon the table.
Other than that, there was almost nothing else in the room.
The entire room looked so plain. Li Qing silently walked inside.
He came to the window and slowly opened it. What appeared before him was not the picturesque scenery of White Dragon Mountain.
Instead, it was a pitch-black sight, like something straight out of hell.
Quite a few withered trees stood upon the parched earth.
The ground was riddled with cracks, and strange figures could be seen wandering across that barren land.
They would even suddenly erupt into slaughter against one another.
The sky was shrouded in black storm clouds, within which unknown things seemed to flash incessantly.
This was a place that resembled hell itself.
Li Qing stood by the window and silently observed. Soon, he noticed a figure appearing