"Uncle don't worry. Come with me," said Fu Xie Lan immediately to the inn in question.
"B-but, kid, I..."
Master Liu had yet to finish his sentence and Fu Xie Lan was already far away from him. With a heavy feeling, the middle-aged man followed behind with slightly unsteady steps.
In his heart, he hoped that the price of the inn that Fu Xie Lan was referring to was not too expensive and the spirit stones he had would be sufficient.
What the middle-aged man thought before happened. Luckily he still had the spirit stone to pay for the inn. And it was all his.
"Six spirit stones, Master," said the innkeeper.
Hearing this, Master Liu reached into the pocket of the pants he was wearing.
But the middle-aged man hadn't even touched the spirit stone in his pocket and the girl in front of him had already taken out several similar items from her pocket.
"Ten spirit stones, and provide the best service," said Fu Xie Lan to the innkeeper.