A piece of perilla leaf

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger.
As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated.
When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise.
But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)?
Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?"
"Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan."
"The direction must be clear."
"We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!"
……

Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

Zhao Rong tied his horse in the courtyard, and the curious innkeeper who was fiddling with the deity statues asked.


"Jianghu people always like to gather around the excitement, and I am no exception."


The innkeeper, named Zhou Heng, was not yet forty years old, but the laugh lines on his face were deep.


Upon hearing Zhao Rong's words, two deep creases formed on his face from smiling:


"It's different, you know. There were a few people earlier asking in the inn if there were any rooms available, and I told them all no. These Jianghu people, you never know if they're good or bad, bringing them home to earn some silver coin, but worrying they might cost you your life."


Hearty laughter from Zhao Rong as he picked up a mask, "How much for this?"


Chapter 169: The Night Roaming God! (9.170k)_2