"Famed Cloud Loft?"
Feng Jiu arched up an eyebrow and stared at the innkeeper who was bathed in cold sweat. "What kind of a place is that?"
Upon hearing the name of the place, the innkeeper had been stunned a moment before he then flew into a rage to kick the assistant a few times and say: "You deserve to die by a thousand cuts! Such thieving hands! You actually sold the patron's steed to the Famed Cloud Loft! ? What a scoundrel!"
"Oww! Argh! Boss! Stop hitting me! Young Master have mercy! I will not dare to do it again….." The assistant cried in plea, every single ounce of delight he had felt when he received the money completely evaporating at that moment.
