Li Feng and Fen Ziyan were soon led to a simple room.
The wooden walls were patched in several places , yet a faint scent of herbal incense lingered in the air.
A single lantern flickered on the bedside table , casting a warm, wavering glow that softened the interior of the room.
And there was only one bed.
The young boy , clearly acting like the boss here said cheerfully, "It's not much, big brother immortal.
This is the best room in the house! The roof doesn't leak, and the bedding's freshly washed too!"
Li Feng walked around, inspecting the room carefully before pressing a hand on the bed. "Yes," he said with a straight face, "this looks like a very comfortable place to… lie down."
"Of course! My sister and I clean it thoroughly every day ," the boy said with innocent pride, laughing lightly.
He couldn't help but feel that this big brother immortal was easy to get along with , completely unlike the cold, distant cultivators people in his village usually spoke of.
