The inn was small and the environment was quite simple. Even with the howling wind outside, the buzzing of mosquitoes couldn't be drowned out.
There weren't many people inside, just a bearded shopkeeper and a short, fat assistant.
Seeing them come in, the two seemed to have no intention of coming forward to serve them.
To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that this inn only had these two people, Shen Qinglan would have thought they were bandits emerging from the mountains to rob people.
"Are you here for a meal or staying over?" the shopkeeper asked without lifting his head.
"Staying," Xuan Ming replied.
The shopkeeper glanced at them, continued his work, and said, "One tael of silver for a room."
"What?" Xuan Ying was displeased, "For this dilapidated inn, you're charging a tael of silver for a room!"
It wasn't that he was short of money, but the shopkeeper's attitude annoyed him. This place was filled with mosquitoes and still dared to charge such high prices.
