Night fell.
Yang Chan was sleeping lightly when his body suddenly jolted, and he was instantly awake.
Someone was approaching his door.
'I can't believe some fool of a thief has set their sights on me.' At the thought, Yang Chan tensed for a moment before relaxing again.
This was because another set of footsteps approached—unconcealed and deliberate.
These new footsteps grew louder, and the person lurking by Yang Chan's door had no choice but to retreat. Yet, the heavy steps didn't stop; they continued through the inn, as if on patrol.
'He's actually quite responsible. No wonder this place has good reviews.'
Yang Chan recognized the footsteps; they were very similar to those of Shopkeeper Hu from the Youjian Inn. It was almost certainly him, or at least someone who practiced the same Cultivation Technique.
