Yesterday, Zhang Yuan was exhausted after four occurrences.
However, on reflection, Li Ming realized his combat prowess might indeed be tiresome for others, thus he acknowledged Zhang Yuan's actions.
The air in the room was somewhat stifling, with the adjacent bedroom door closed tight. The mere act of the master opening the door could reveal a scene sufficient to induce rage.
"......…"
Half an hour later.
Zhang Yuan went to the bathroom. When she finished and emerged, she wore a worried look as she saw Li Ming off.
Li Ming waved his hand in response, leaning against the door and peering through the peephole. The hallway appeared desolate.
After a moment of contemplation, sword in his right hand, Li Ming carefully opened the door.
He cracked it open slightly, then slowly widened the gap, eventually revealing the rather small hallway in full view.
