"..."
The tavern remained silent.
Everyone was still immersed in the shock of the five-colored and seven-colored Spirit Stones, unable to extricate themselves.
Ruan Tang placed one hand behind her back, already prepared to crush the Transmission Jade Slip at any moment to leave the tavern.
While the shop assistant was still frozen with fear, a figure stumbled and tumbled down the stairs from above.
Truly tumbled down.
The potbellied middle-aged man couldn't even stand properly and directly knelt before Ruan Tang.
"Junior Liu Dafu greets Senior! Please don't misunderstand, Senior, this tavern is not a black shop; it is a proper establishment, absolutely proper."
The middle-aged man's voice trembled with a hint of sobbing.
He was merely a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, fortunate to be under the protection of the Liuyun Sect in the city, daring to open a tavern where all sorts mingled.
As for a black shop...
