The inn's door was tightly shut. Shi Feng stepped forward and gently pushed it open. Inside the building, in front of the counter, seven people were gathered, and the sound of a woman's grief-stricken cries were emanating from the crowd.
A young man dressed as a waiter saw the door open and someone enter. He quickly left the crowd and walked toward Shi Feng. His face bore not the usual smile but a serious expression. Still, he respectfully said to Shi Feng, "Sir, what do you need?"
"Get me a good room. Keep the change for the tip," Shi Feng said, pulling out a Gold Coin and tossing it to the waiter. By now, Shi Feng, having killed all along his journey, had amassed an unknown amount of such worldly wealth.
"What's going on over there?" Shi Feng then asked the waiter.