The Shopkeeper held up a gold ingot and said, "Young gentleman, this is far too much. We don't have enough change. How about we just consider this meal on the house?"
Zhang Deming looked at the Shopkeeper, who was trembling uncontrollably, and shook his head, speechless. 'This must be hard on you,' he thought.
"No need. Just keep the change as a tip."
The Shopkeeper gingerly held the gold ingot and said, "But... this is still too much."
Zhang Deming paid him no mind. Light Wings materialized at his heels, and with a slight tremble, he shot away in an instant.
A strong gust of wind kicked up, messing up the Shopkeeper's hair.
"Hiss... This Qinggong... never mind anything else, just look at that speed! It's reached the pinnacle of perfection, hasn't it?"
Inside the inn, everyone who had been watching Zhang Deming gasped in unison, and a buzz of discussion instantly erupted.
Zhang Deming left the inn and began running at full speed.
