Cultivating My Empre

Just as Zhang Liyang and a few others were having their meal, a commotion arose outside the door, followed by a dozen or so people entering the 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.,"Sir, they..." A bald man beside the middle-aged man spoke in a low voice, and at the same time, he gestured towards Zhang Liyang and his group.。