Cultivating My Empre

As the aroma of the food wafted throughout the inn, Zhang Liyang and his companions, after washing up, descended downstairs. The innkeeper, upon seeing them, immediately urged the three sons to serve Zhang Liyang and his party their meals.,"Sir, they..." A bald man beside the middle-aged man spoke in a low voice, and at the same time, he gestured towards Zhang Liyang and his group.,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.。