"Steward Lin, is there some sort of misunderstanding here?"
Seeing the pair of red-robed thugs stop right outside his inn, the innkeeper broke out in a cold sweat. Trembling like a cicada in winter, he stepped forward and asked in a quivering voice, while discreetly slipping a silver tael from his sleeve.
The innkeeper hadn't heard the words of the ragged red-robed youth, nor did he know what had displeased the sinister man.
Chapter 30