Money Inn - 41

In a small inn, Guan Caihua, who brewed soup and settled accounts, was always 'Asu,' the one who could make all weary souls stop for a bowl of hot soup. "It's nothing…" Xiaolong lowered his head, gripping the warm teacup in his hand, his lips involuntarily curling into a slight smile. "It's just that… the soup here reminds me of someone I haven't seen in a long time." Asu looked up at him, her eyes deep and warm, as if she had seen through everything. She simply smiled gently and said, "If it reminds you of someone, have another bowl. At Money Inn, once you step inside, everyone is a familiar face." Ever since Xiaolong drank that bowl of hot soup, fragrant with the familiar scent of perilla and ginger, at Money Inn, the dry well passage between Dragonfall Volcano and the inn seemed to have been completely revitalized by some invisible force. In just three days, strange occurrences began to happen one after another in the backyard of Money Inn. That afternoon, the air around the dry well in the backyard suddenly distorted violently, and a fierce pressure mixed with the scent of sulfur, magma, and intense heat instantly spread out! The Golden Innkeeper was so startled he almost fell into his abacus, and the guests in the hall also became wary. Following that, two figures with a strong presence strode out from the dry well corridor— Leading the way was 'Chixiao,' the leader of the Red Dragon tribe, a tall and burly figure with a bare chest covered in fiery brandings; following him was 'Yingren,' the Volcano Hunter, with eyes as sharp as a falcon's and dual blades at his waist. These two were both close individuals who fought alongside Xiaolong and even made vows with 'that person' during the great catastrophe at Dragonfall Volcano years ago.