"Come in!" Song Wen said in a deep voice. "I have a few questions for you. I have no designs on you."
Apparently frightened out of her wits by Song Wen's stern shout, the maid's body jolted violently. She did not dare show the slightest defiance and stepped into the small courtyard.
Song Wen raised a hand and pointed at the courtyard gate. The gate abruptly shut, and the courtyard's built-in formation restrictions activated.
Then, with a flick of his hand, he produced a hundred high-grade spirit stones and sent them floating toward the maid.
As the maid watched the spirit stones fly toward her, all her earlier terror vanished without a trace, leaving only blazing greed in her eyes.
She was merely a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator. How could she not be tempted by a full hundred high-grade spirit stones?
"Senior, this junior will certainly serve you well."
As she spoke, she fumbled to undo the sash around her waist.
Song Wen's expression darkened further, like a deep, freezing pool that had never seen the light of day.
"Stop! I already told you, I have no designs on you. Answer a few questions, and these spirit stones are yours."
The maid's hands froze at once. She looked up at Song Wen, somewhat stunned.
"Before I entered the inn, did three male cultivators enter before me?" Song Wen asked.
"Yes!" The maid nodded.
"Which courtyard are the three of them staying in?" Song Wen pressed.
"Courtyard Number Thirty-Seven," the maid replied.
"Have they been staying here for some time, or did they move in today?" Song Wen asked.
"They have been here for half a month," the maid answered.
Song Wen waved his hand, and the spirit stones immediately began falling.
The maid hurriedly spread open her hands and caught