In a quaint inn of a tiny town, in which travelers on the road from the valley to the Gutian Kingdom usually stayed for the night, in a small private room that did not suit the status of its guests, Wu Long, Liang Yuhan and the old man who already wore neat fresh clothes sat at a small table in complete silence as the servant nervously placed tea and some snacks before them.
She could feel something different about these customers who showed up at the middle of the night and caused the innkeeper to wake the staff, and her eyes dashed to Wu Long's side from time to time. Liang Yuhan's illusion changed their appearances, but there was still something in Wu Long's gaze that felt magnetic to the young woman.
He warmly smiled at her and when she was done gave a weighty leather pouch that seemed way more than what their order was worth.
