The summer heat was gradually intensifying.
Yet Yang Ge became more peaceful with each passing day.
The bustling life and homely spirit of Yuelai Inn were like a pot of steaming hot red tea in the winter, possessing just the right amount of warmth and sweetness, slowly dissipating the gloom and Evil Qi that had settled in his heart, allowing the summer sunshine to shine anew into his soul...
He was finally able to get a good night's sleep.
There was no longer any need to force a strained, amiable smile.
Even the neighbors around Yuelai Inn and on Chaimen Street felt that the cheerful and peaceful Yang Ge of the past had returned.
The ordinary people's lives were constantly filled with the mundane concerns of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, and tea, leaving no one with enough time to ponder whether Yang Ge was truly the former Zhang Mazi, the hero known as Zhang.
As for those from the Jianghu who knew of Yang Ge's identity, they flocked to Yuelai Inn in waves.
