"Emergency aid in the pugilistic world, huh..."
Hearing Zhao Wanfang's sarcastic words, Li Yan remained poker-faced.
After leaving the Li family, he thought for a bit and realized he had nowhere to go.
The current instability in Chang'an City, Bai Ruoxu being a follower of the Maitreya Sect, was bound to involve a large number of people.
Moreover, with the incidents involving Feng Feiyan, the Five Elements of the pugilistic world were certain to be in disarray, and those known inns were no longer safe.
The leather workshop of Uncle Hei Dan and his nephew, Shen Sanyou's place, could offer temporary hiding spots, but the odor there was simply intolerable.
Li Yan would rather fight with someone than stay there.
A brothel had comfortable, large beds and offered both meat and wine; naturally, it was the best choice. Besides, information was readily available there, allowing one to catch wind of any news at the earliest opportunity.
He knew why Zhao Wanfang was using sarcasm.
