The sky was filled with yellow sand, and the sign of the inn appeared mottled and worn by the wind and sand. Only by getting close could one barely make out the words "Tingyue."
Tingyue Inn.
It's not the moon that's listened to, but the heart yearning to retreat from the Jianghu.
The wind chimes under the eaves gently swayed with the clopping of horse hooves, producing a crisp ringing, which was quickly drowned out by a coarse male voice.
"Damn, finally a place to rest in this godforsaken land!"
Several horses stopped in front of the inn, kicking up a cloud of dust.
A burly man with a full beard dismounted, patting the dust off his body, his voice booming as if trying to scatter the wind and sand.
Among those dismounting, apart from a graceful young girl, the rest were all robust men, exuding a presence even more rugged than the wind and sand.
