Li Yan waited a while longer in the dark alley, noticing more and more people arriving at the "Piao Xiang Lou," before he walked toward the entrance.
"Sir, please hold up."
Just as he reached the door, he was stopped by the boy who had approached him earlier.
"You look unfamiliar, sir. Is it your first time visiting our establishment?"
The boy was all smiles, but made a hand gesture behind his back, and his companions immediately gathered around, hands reaching for their waists.
Li Yan frowned slightly, glancing around.
The other guests were greeted respectfully by the boys, except for him.
It was indeed curious; this was a high-class place where others were dressed in splendid clothes or accompanied by servants, while Li Yan had a Duan Chen Blade at his waist and a flintlock holster concealed under his cloak, naturally arousing suspicion.
"What's the matter?"
Li Yan gave a faint glance, "I'm from Ezhou. Are you not letting people in here?"
"Sorry."
