Su Huaqing's pupils contracted.
The man who entered had an impressive presence, with disheveled hair, a few snowflakes sprinkled amongst his strands. But most striking was his face—extremely handsome.
"Dear guest, our inn is fully booked. If you're looking for lodging, please try another inn." The innkeeper's heart skipped a beat, but he replied.
"I asked if this is where the Yanbing Sect is located, why are you talking nonsense?" The man shook off the snow from his body and said forcefully, "Judging by your reaction, it seems I haven't lost my way."
Although the innkeeper tried to change the subject, Lu Qingshan didn't make it difficult for him.
"Sir, why are you looking for the Yanbing Sect?" At this point, a female disciple from the Yanbing Sect sitting at Su Huaqing's table couldn't help but stand and ask.
