At the same time, when the convoy completely stopped, a dozen people immediately emerged from the first few carriages.
This young man's expression was much richer compared to the ninety percent of people with cold faces. He glanced at Murong Qing, then looked at the inn in front of them, and immediately rolled his eyes.
Then the young man asked, "Are you the Chief of East Lake?"
Murong Qing hurriedly nodded, replying, "Reporting to the lord, I am Murong Qing, indeed the Chief of the East Lake Hundred Sects Alliance branch. I've been waiting for all the lords for several days now."
"You don't intend for me to stay in this kind of place, do you?" The young man pointed at the inn in front, his face full of undisguised disdain and displeasure, "Do you know who I am, who is sitting behind the carriage?"
"Forgive me, lord, this is already the best inn in Cangwu City."
After speaking, Murong Qing was so frightened that he hurriedly knelt down.
