Wangyou Mansion of Jianghu

After ten years of drinking ice, it is difficult to cool the hot blood. Xianyang, Longmen Inn, the inn full of people seemed extremely quiet today, with only a few people talking in low voices. Judging from the body shape, they don't seem to be ordinary people. A young man was sitting in a private room on the second floor. His eyes kept moving. From the beggar in the corner to a pair of masters and disciples, and finally to a female Taoist priest, he counted them one by one. He sighed in his heart, they were all here. At this moment, the closed door was kicked open by someone, and he called the waiter to serve a pot of wine. He didn't realize that everyone was looking at him. I don't know if I am pretending to be deaf or dumb, or if I am really stupid, after all...