Beside the official road leading away from the Divine Land, several hundred miles from the Dragon Capital, lies a small town, a necessary stop en route to the Dragon Capital, thriving with lodging businesses.
An old man limped into an inn on a cane.
"Innkeeper, I need a room."
The innkeeper teased a little child beside her with a sugar-coated hawthorn, "Coming, right away, Silly Bao, here, take this and eat."
The child referred to as Silly Bao looked up and saw the limping old man, and the old man saw Silly Bao, both exchanged a silent look.
The innkeeper efficiently arranged the lodging, "Would you like dinner?"
"Just bring out whatever meat and wine you have," Old Fang replied.
The innkeeper looked at the child, and sighed, "Then would you help me keep an eye on the child, his mind is not quite right, but he's very obedient, I'll go prepare your meal."
