At this moment, Xuan Chu no longer had a dark face; a sudden, very bad premonition rose in him. It felt like he hadn't come here to uncover the truth at all, but more like a lamb walking into a tiger's jaws.
He took a deep breath and waved at Yun Yi. "It's fine. First find me a place to stay. Somewhere quiet."
Yun Yi didn't know what Xuan Chu wanted to do, nor did he understand Xuan Chu's shifting mood right now, but he did know one thing: anyone drawn by the first Hall Master himself was someone every Ming Hall member had to treat with respect.
"Yes, my lord. I'll take you to Ming Hall's turf first. Over there, aside from Ming Hall's people, no one can set foot in it. It's very quiet."
What Yun Yi didn't say was that Ming Hall had pitifully few people, so of course it was quiet.
