152 - SORRY FIGHT

In the Green Valley Inn, located in the southern border of Lero mountain.

Dozens of groups occupied the seats, leaving only a few empty. Many foot disciples and outer disciples were enjoying food, alcohol, and beverages.

Beast cores was the only currency taken in this inn.

Fabby, Tenzai, and Gossini were seated at a corner table. Edgar, on the other hand, was at the main desk, ordering food. He just paid one strength core. After licking the core, the innkeeper, an elderly man in a leafy hat, said, “Mm, what’s the order?”

“Four plates of chicken, and four mugs of honeyed lemon.”

“That will cover it,” his eyes fell on Edgar. “What’s your name?”