"If the valued guest needs anything, just go right inside and someone will attend to you. Don't delay me from feeding the Immortals' horses." With that, the inn waiter turned his back, acting as if feeding the divine steeds of the Immortals was the most important matter under heaven.
Chen Feiyu chuckled, secretly regretting that he hadn't asked Wan Lengxue to provision him with a blood-sweating steed. Given the financial resources of the Ten Thousand Ghost Gate, what kind of fine horse couldn't they find?
He walked into the inn and saw quite a few people seated inside. Both men and women were dressed in blue-green Taoist robes, the cuffs and edges embroidered with Eight Trigrams patterns. These were undoubtedly the exclusive garments of the Qingjing Sect.
Chapter 890