Cultivating My Empre

Until the sky gradually darkened, Zhang Liyang left. Two or three hours later, the people on the official road gradually became scarce.,Although he wasn't a member of the martial arts world, as the innkeeper, he saw many things happening in the Jianghu. His joyful mood was now replaced with worry. All he hoped was that this group of people would eat, pay their bill, and not cause any trouble.,With one kick, he sent the innkeeper sprawling to the ground like a gourd. The blow also knocked out the last vestige of courage from the innkeeper who instinctively rolled into the kitchen and cowered there, shaking.。