Guests came and went at the inn, making it quite a lively place.
With a rag in his hand and a broad smile on his face, Li Ping'an welcomed three guests inside.
He wiped down their table, waited for the three to order, then sat down beside the counter.
The innkeeper was genuinely a decent man. Even though Li Ping'an and his two companions owed him money, he treated them just like ordinary employees.
"Earn money? What do you want to find somewhere to earn money for?"
The innkeeper flicked the beads of his abacus.
"To pay you back, naturally," Li Ping'an said. "Besides, you can live poor at home, but you need money on the road. I ought to keep some on me."
As the saying went, money made a man a hero; without it, even a hero struggled.
The innkeeper looked up. "You work here for me. You wouldn't have time to take odd jobs elsewhere."
"Is there any other work?" Li Ping'an asked in a low voice. "Preferably something that pays Spirit Stones."
Naturally, Spirit Stones were not so easily earned among ordinary people.
But things were very different at Demon-Suppressing Pass, where Qi Refining Practitioners from across the world gathered.
Now that he was here, Li Ping'an naturally would not let this opportunity slip by.
Catching his meaning, the innkeeper smiled. "I wouldn't have guessed you had such lofty ambitions."
"I hope you can point me in the right direction."
"There's a Myriad Affairs Pavilion on Sword Immortal Street that specializes in handling miscellaneous matters for people. You can go see whether there's anything suitable for you."
So the next day, Li Ping'an took advantage of his afternoon break to find this so-called Myriad Affairs Pavilion.
A very large, three-story pavilion stood at the far