The Blood of Youth · Chat

The snow in Beili had been falling for three days and three nights. Xiao Se, the owner of Snowfall Villa, wrapped in his thousand-gold fox fur coat, listlessly toyed with his abacus. The inn hadn't seen a customer in half a month; if this continued, he might truly have to consider chopping down the old plum tree in the courtyard for firewood.\n\nThe door was suddenly burst open, and a youth in red barged in along with the wind and snow, followed by several grumbling martial artists. The youth turned back, grinning as he shook the snow off his sword, and said to Xiao Se, "Innkeeper, I'd like to stay the night."\n\nXiao Se glanced at the ordinary iron sword at the youth's waist, then at the bruised and swollen men outside, and said flatly, "Guest, this establishment does not offer credit."\n\nThe youth scratched his head, unable to find even a few taels of silver on him. Just as he was about to speak, the sound of rapid hoofbeats echoed from afar. Xiao Se looked up and could faintly see a group of riders escorting a pitch-black coffin through the blizzard, heading in this direction.\n\nHe narrowed his eyes, suddenly feeling that today's snow might not be stopping anytime soon.\n\n<choice_group>\n <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice>\n <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice>\n <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice>\n</choice_group>