"Shopkeeper Zhao, does your shop have a back door or a secret passage or something?"
Zhao Rong asked with a serious face.
Zhao Xifu's eyes bulged as he retorted, "Bullshit, I run a legitimate business, there's no damn back door or secret passage."
Zhao Rong nodded and shrugged in the direction of Lingfei, who wasn't far away.
At that moment, Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er were standing together behind the shop door.
The former was pressed against the wooden door, peering outside through the crack in the window, biting her lip.
Then, Lingfei saw the helpless look her husband was giving her and she furrowed her brows slightly.
Since a while ago, more and more people had been gathering at the entrance to Well Frog Alley, mostly sword cultivators drawn by the sound of sword chanting.
Even though a certain shopkeeper was cursing and chasing people away, no one left; instead, they all tacitly stopped in their tracks.
As a result, more and more people were gathering at the entrance.
