Near a fork in the road leading to the pier, a two-story earthen building named "Pingyang Inn" stood by the roadside.
A large banner snapped in the wind at the inn's entrance. The courtyard was spacious, with a stable to the side where several magnificent, tall horses were tethered. Though they lacked any Exotic Beast bloodline, they were well-muscled and robust, with thick, powerful legs—clearly valuable steeds that no ordinary Wandering Martial Artist could afford.
Chen Qing concealed his aura and slowly walked inside.
The first-floor hall was quite spacious, furnished with seven or eight large square tables, which were surprisingly more than half full.
Yet the atmosphere lacked the usual boisterous clamor of an inn. Instead, a strange, stagnant silence hung in the air.
The faint smell of wine and food mingled with an invisible, palpable tension.
Chen Qing's eyes swept the room, immediately landing on Yan Yaoyang and Li Lei at a corner table.
