Watching Tang Feng's departing figure, the female innkeeper felt deeply moved in her heart. Over the years, she had endured all sorts of strange looks and even bullying, but she had persevered.
Should she go?
This was an opportunity that, if seized, might change her life, but it could also be a trap. After all, good fortune rarely falls so easily into one's lap.
Could she afford to gamble?
Looking at the small inn she had run for years, the innkeeper felt a hint of reluctance. But this was not her place; she still had to pay rent each month.
On the other hand, there was an offer of a hundred years of free rent over there. Within that century, relying on her own skills, she could probably earn quite a bit. By then, the matter of rent would be inconsequential to her.
Looking at the meager handful of guests, she made up her mind. Go. At worst, she could always come back.
