A man in his early twenties looked at Wei Ting in puzzlement. "What's the matter?"
Wei Ting sized him up.
The height was wrong, and the figure was wrong. There were no calluses from practicing the sword on his right hand.
He was not the person from last night.
"My parrot flew into your courtyard. I wonder if you can let me in to look for it?" Wei Ting said politely.
"A parrot?"
The man looked back at the courtyard and did not seem to find any traces of a bird. However, he saw that Wei Ting was dignified and did not look like a bad person, so he let Wei Ting in.
"Go ahead."
Wei Ting walked in.
Wuhu flew over cooperatively and flashed past Wei Ting before entering the central room.
The man was surprised. "Is that blue bird your parrot just now?"
Wei Ting said, "Yes, it's used to being naughty and always runs around."
The man suggested, "You have to lock it with a bird cage."
