บท 122: Chapter 23: The Precious Pill_1

The innkeeper, with sleepy eyes, came over as Pei Ye instructed him to take good care of his horse.

He then entered the door, and it took him a moment to adjust to the dim light inside the room as the moonlight was completely blocked from entering. Luckily, a single candle was still lit - the clumsy-looking woman who held the candle walked in, and first illuminated a man leaning on a pillar on a long bench.

He was in his thirties, slightly shorter than the woman who opened the door, and covered in dust. Pei Ye hadn't heard him speak earlier, but when the man saw Pei Ye's gaze he nodded at the young man.

Pei Ye responded with a smile.

As the candlelight moved, another pair of feet hidden in the deeper darkness were revealed.

This person was lying on the long bench, his legs completely hidden upward, with a crutch leaning against the wall next to his feet - not a short one for support, but one of a suitable length to lean on.