Cultivating My Empre

As the shopkeeper led the way to the second floor, Zhang Liyang and his companions were assigned several rooms. They then entered their respective rooms to wash up.,Watching the man slam his fist on the table and bellow, the innkeeper wore a plastered smile. He hastily explained himself before darting into the kitchen to lend a hand.,With one kick, he sent the innkeeper sprawling to the ground like a gourd. The blow also knocked out the last vestige of courage from the innkeeper who instinctively rolled into the kitchen and cowered there, shaking.。