Chen Yi closed the courtyard door and turned to see Yin Weiyin waiting inside.
"What did you just say?"
She asked directly. Although her cultivation wasn't high, the conversation inside and out was only a short distance away. If she wanted to hear, she naturally could.
But Chen Yi didn't deliberately hide anything, nor did she intentionally eavesdrop.
Chen Yi walked to the stone table, poured himself some leftover tea from the cup she had used earlier, took a sip, and briefly recounted what happened at the inn.
Yin Weiyin nodded slightly, not surprised by this.
Competing for ownerless wealth and even resorting to weapons, spilling blood within five steps, are all commonplace in the Jianghu.
