"Isn't that right, it's just a small place, what kind of industry could it really have."
"Living peacefully by farming is quite good enough."
Noticing the subtle details in the other's demeanor and movements, Xia Nan realized the conversation had reached a critical juncture and decided to press on.
He leaned forward slightly, intentionally lowering his voice, exerting invisible pressure:
"Speaking of which, I've traveled quite a bit, but honestly, places like your Sheep Horn Town, with such an overall atmosphere... hmm, so peaceful, are rare."
"It feels like everyone seems to have no desires, that's quite remarkable."
The tavern owner furrowed his brows slightly, putting down the already-polished glass in his hand, the smile on his face gradually fading: "Guest, the residents of our town are all honest folks, with no ill intentions."
