Qi Tian strolled out of Listening Wind Teahouse.
His divine sense swept behind him.
The father and daughter followed quietly three zhang behind him.
He walked without any particular destination, hoping only to find somewhere quiet.
After passing through several streets and alleyways, he suddenly came to a stop.
He looked up.
Yuelai Inn.
Without realizing it, he had circled back here once again.
The corner of his mouth lifted faintly.
Then he stepped toward the inn.
When the father and daughter reached the entrance and looked up at the signboard, their faces instantly turned deathly pale.
The color drained from the girl's lips. She instinctively clutched her father's sleeve, her knuckles turning white.
Qi Tian crossed the threshold. Seeing the two of them still standing frozen in the middle of the street, he frowned slightly.
"Come in."
"What are you waiting for?"
Behind the counter, the steward was working his abacus.
The moment he looked up, he froze.
Clack!
