Zhang Liyang didn't choose the official post station, but instead stayed at a private inn.,Watching the man slam his fist on the table and bellow, the innkeeper wore a plastered smile. He hastily explained himself before darting into the kitchen to lend a hand.,Although he wasn't a member of the martial arts world, as the innkeeper, he saw many things happening in the Jianghu. His joyful mood was now replaced with worry. All he hoped was that this group of people would eat, pay their bill, and not cause any trouble.。