In the inn, the sounds of fighting continued to ring out. In an instant, seven or eight Young Masters and their accompanying servant fighters were beaten into disarray, arms broken and legs sprained, crying for their parents as they slid down from the third floor staircase to the second floor, piling up in a chaotic heap.
After defeating these troublemakers, Nangong Yi wiped his hands and said to the shop assistant with ease, "Lead the way!"
The shop assistant, unable to stand stably, was trembling so much that his legs turned to jelly. It took him a long time to start speaking, shaking his head repeatedly.
"Cu-customer, humble one... can't walk..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Yi flicked a silver ingot with detailed patterns into his arms. Nangong Yi raised an eyebrow and asked, "Can you walk now?"
Upon seeing the large shiny silver ingot, the shop assistant swallowed hard and nodded, saying, "I can... I can..."
