Half-asleep, Yi Chen heard some familiar words again.
He opened the door grumpily.
Lin Baihu wore a stern face, clad in armor with a sword at his side, followed by two guards standing outside the door.
Leveraging his just-got-out-of-bed grumpiness, Yi Chen couldn't help but tease:
"What's the matter, my Daoist friend Lin, in such a hurry?"
"Did your dad find you a stepmother?"
Yi Chen didn't even bother to ask how Lin Baihu had found where he was staying. It would have been strange if the authorities in Ping'an County couldn't find the inn where he was lodged.
Lin Baihu: "....."
"Please spare me the jokes, Taoist. This time I have come to request your assistance and accompany me to Yangjiawu Fort."
Lin Baihu entered the room with a grimace, put a package on the table, and without any formality, grabbed the teapot from the room and began to drink straight from it.
After gulping down the tea, Lin Baihu then spilled out the whole story, like pouring out beans.
