Within the Wanjue Inn, hundreds of young male attendants and maidservants were dedicated to serving Spirit Tea to the guests.
There was also a middle-aged Steward who settled the bills and collected Spirit Stones.
And then there was this hunchbacked slave, who was solely responsible for keeping order.
Of course, the Wanjue Inn employed far more than just these individuals.
But these were the main ones who appeared before the public.
The hunchbacked slave's gaze also fell upon Jiang Jichen from afar. His somewhat cloudy eyes seemed to hold a strange hint of a smile.
After hearing the hunchbacked old slave's words, who would dare to cause a commotion?
However, those Cultivators from the Otherworld were here for the first time.
Moreover, they had never held the Cultivators of the Mortal World in any regard.
