Peace and Fortune Inn.
Yang Tie Ying seized the innkeeper by the collar in a fury. "If you don't hand over this Daoist's horses today, I'll kill you!"
The plump innkeeper's face filled with terror, his two stubby, fat hands waving frantically. "Please, please, please, spare my life, Master Daoist-"
The more the fat innkeeper spoke, the more frightened he became. The flesh on his face trembled, his little eyes squeezing together as though he were about to cry.
"You old bastard, you really don't take us seriously! I specifically told you to look after our horses when I left!"
Yang Tie Ying cherished his horse most of all. He had always fed and tended both his own horse and his master's white horse, Wind Chaser, and his attachment to them ran deep.
Seeing that both fine horses had vanished without a trace, he was ready to explode.
The more Yang Tie Ying spoke, the angrier he became. He truly wanted to slap the innkeeper's fat face to a pulp, but his bullying was only verbal. In the end, he dared not strike recklessly.
Zhou Wuji lectured him every day: he must not use his strength to bully the weak or mistreat ordinary people.
Moreover, in the years he had followed his master, his master had indeed led by example, never bullying the weak.
His master even had an extraordinary sympathy for the weak and would do his best to help whenever he encountered them.
Even now, furious as Yang Tie Ying was, he only dared frighten the innkeeper, not actually strike him.
The fat innkeeper kept begging for mercy, insisting that he knew nothing, leaving Yang Tie Ying at a loss.
Seeing Yang Tie Ying's overbearing manner, an inn attendant hurried out to find help.
An inn this large