The crowd couldn't help but step back a little.
It wasn't that they were afraid of being caught in the fight, but worried... worried that the inn's owner would angrily mistake them for being involved.
Especially when everyone had already seen, at the top of the stairs on the second floor, four or five people were coming down, led by the beautiful woman who haunted every man's dreams in the Holy City.
In a red long dress, hair cascading like a waterfall down her back, bright eyes and white teeth, with soft red lips, and a slender waist that seemed frail enough to snap in half, her voluptuous figure moved dramatically as she descended the stairs, every feature declaring her identity.
Su Hongling, the granddaughter of the Humble Inn's owner, with a cultivation that had already reached the late stage of the Ninth Grade, was only rivaled in the Holy City by Leng Feifei from the Immortal Realm.
"Do you think nothing of my Humble Inn?"
