Before long, Zhao Wuyan emerged from the main hall and headed for the spirit caves.
His footsteps were heavy, as though he bore a thousand pounds, and his retreating figure carried a hint of desolation.
The onlookers pointed and whispered. "Didn't they say Zhao Wuyan was a Corpse-Person who never tired? Why does he need an inn to rest in?"
"You don't know the whole story, fellow Daoist. He still retains some humanity. He needed to stay at inns when he was mortal, so naturally he still does now. Some experts of the Corpse Immortal Sect even marry and have children."
"Heh, I think I've heard about that. Tell me, just how do those experts reach such great heights?"
Li Ling glanced at the onlookers speaking and silently entered the inn's main hall, where he suddenly caught a familiar scent.
Turning to look, he saw a youth in blue clothes and a small cap diligently wiping tables in a corner of the hall. He looked every bit an energetic inn servant.
Yet a moment later, the youth dropped his rag and hurried into the back rooms.
Isn't that A Xin, the youth from the Huangkou Town incident? I remember he joined the Unusual Events Bureau.
Li Ling fell into thought.
Meanwhile, A Xin reached the back rooms and entered a room where the inn's staff rested.
Zuo Zhongliang and several other men with sharp, vigorous auras were dressed as valley residents, sitting around either resting or reading reports and files.
A Xin approached Zuo Zhongliang and reported quietly, "Hundred-Household Commander Zuo, the target has appeared."
Zuo Zhongliang leisurely drank a cup of tea and asked, "How many days is he staying?"
A Xin said, "He booked half a month."
Zuo Zhongliang looked thoughtful. "Half a month?"
A man beside him