Tang Shuo and Dugu Bo entered the inn, weary from travel.
Having traveled for days, their Soul Power had been greatly depleted. They needed a place to rest and recover.
"Why, esteemed guests, are you dining or staying the night?"
A plump innkeeper with a face full of smiles came forward to greet them.
His small eyes darted over Tang Shuo and Dugu Bo, a barely noticeable flash of greed passing through them.
"We're staying."
Tang Shuo replied indifferently.
"Prepare some food and wine as well. Send it to the rooms."
"Right away!"
The innkeeper's smile became even more enthusiastic.
"This way, esteemed guests. Two premium rooms on the second floor!"
Tang Shuo and Dugu Bo were led to rooms on the second floor.
The rooms were fairly clean, and the two settled into separate rooms.
Before long, a waiter brought up the food and wine.
Dugu Bo had long been starving. He grabbed a roast chicken and began tearing into it.
Tang Shuo, however, did not touch his chopsticks.
He lifted his wine cup and gently sniffed it, a cold curve rising at the corner of his lips.
"Old monster, there's something wrong with this wine."
"Hm?"
Dugu Bo paused mid-bite. He picked up his own cup and sniffed it, his expression immediately darkening.
"Hmph, Soft Tendon Powder. And it's been mixed with something else."
"Looks like we've walked into a black inn."
As the Poison Douluo, he was all too familiar with such underhanded methods.
Tang Shuo set down his wine cup, his gaze calm.
"It's more than just a black inn."
"There's also Spirit Hall's unique tracking mark in the wine."
Dugu Bo's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Those Spirit Hall bastards caught up fast!"
He lowered his voice, a hint of gravity in his tone.
"What do we