"Wait! It's me, young master."
Max was just about to attack when he heard the cry and saw who it was.
"Ling Han? What are you doing, sneaking up on us like that?" Max asked in displeasure.
"Young master, my apologies for that, but I had something to inform you about, so I rushed over." Ling Han said, bowing his head toward him and then Anna.
"Hm? What is it?" Max asked, retracting his aura.
Phew!
Ling Han exhaled a breath of relief and then said, "We should talk inside, young master."
"Alright. Come in, then." Max nodded, turned around, and entered the inn.
"Welcome back, dear customers. I hope you had a pleasant walk outside." The grey-haired middle-aged man greeted them, raising his head from the small booklet he was reading.
Max glanced at him—he was sitting on the chair, and his legs were placed on the reception desk. Even after seeing them enter, he didn't bother to remove them and sit properly.
