"Who... are you?"
Mo got up swiftly, instinctively pressing the longsword hidden beneath his pillow, warily staring at the middle-aged man who had almost appeared out of thin air, his eyes filled with caution.
Even though the other party currently showed no hostility, if he hadn't proactively released that tune outside the window before, given his ability to appear silently inside the room, killing him would have been all too easy.
From the beginning, Mo never considered foolishly calling someone in. He was very aware that since the person came to him at this moment, nine out of ten times they wanted a 'private chat,' even though he didn't know what the man wanted to say or do. Regardless, involving others while knowing nothing about this person's background was not a wise move.
Especially since Yusang and Wunian were likely chatting in another room on the second floor at this hour. If this guy dressed like a bard and looked like one isn't here for a friendly visit...
