What a blatant death trap of an inn...
According to the stories He Xiaoyao had heard since childhood, a shady, cutthroat inn always had just three or five rooms, hosted one or two batches of guests, and then a couple of thugs running the place could easily dispose of them for their money.
He had never heard of an inn with twenty or thirty rooms—a place of such massive scale—turning out to be a den of thieves.
Chapter 89