Chapter 112: Helping My Son Turn from a Good-for-Nothing?

Xianzui Inn, third floor.

At this moment, the shopkeeper stood by a window, holding a cup of tea in his hand and gazing outside.

After receiving the news, Chu Yuan, along with Zhang Han, had left with that map...

The shopkeeper gazed wistfully outside the window, toward the direction in which Chu Yuan had departed.

"The tea has gone cold..."

"In the seventeenth minute and twenty-one seconds of missing the Sect Master."

With a deep sigh, the shopkeeper placed the now-cold tea onto the table.

He truly wished to open a branch at the foot of Chu Yuan's Sect's mountain.

However, Chu Yuan had not mentioned it again.

He dared not bring it up first.

Thus, he could only wait quietly for Chu Yuan to extend the invitation once more.

But he seemed unable to wait any longer.

He regretted so deeply the things he had done before.

If only he hadn't been so inflexible then.

If only he hadn't placed a knife at his own throat.