In the inn's rear courtyard.
After settling in, Wang Ping stared at the incense burner in the center of the small courtyard outside his room's window. The incense wasn't burning brightly here. The guests were almost all from out of town, and most didn't offer incense to the Emperor. Even so, the golden stream of light from the Imperial Palace on the mountain peak could still reach this place.
"Why does the Emperor love spying on people so much?" Yu Lian poked her head out of his sleeve for a breath of air.
"He can't be watching all the time, or he'd be dead from exhaustion within a year." Wang Ping retracted his Primordial Spirit Consciousness, no longer observing the Inspiration Realm. His gaze fell upon the area outside the opposite room, where two young Jianghu Travelers were sparring with their sabers.
