Cultivating My Empre

Zhang Liyang didn't choose the official post station, but instead stayed at a private inn.,The man yelling seemed to be of high status, and the shouted-at man hurriedly lowered his head and stopped talking. For a moment, only the sound of eating remained on the first floor.,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.。