Cultivating My Empre

"Sir, it's getting late. Perhaps we should rest for a while",The middle-aged man glanced at the bald man beside him, "Don't worry, you'll have your share.",With one kick, he sent the innkeeper sprawling to the ground like a gourd. The blow also knocked out the last vestige of courage from the innkeeper who instinctively rolled into the kitchen and cowered there, shaking.。