The people of the Canglan Sect seemed unconcerned, long accustomed to it, with no sign of dissatisfaction.
Indeed, given the status of the Canglan Sect, those merely seeking protection and paying fees don't expect much attention, which is understandable.
The group finished eating and returned to their rooms.
The food was lacking, and the accommodation was no better.
Though it seemed like each had a room, the room contained only a bed and nothing more, resembling a storeroom.
Now and then, the shadow and squeaks of rats could be seen, not to mention the pungent, unbearable smell that nearly made Yang Fan vomit.
Unable to stand it, he went to the rooftop, half-reclined on top, gazing at the stars, and slept there through the night.
Early the next morning, Yang Fan climbed down from the rooftop, feeling quite sore and uncomfortable.
It was time for them to leave, without even breakfast, as no one attended to them, let alone bid them farewell.
...
"Wow, Zhao Xuanying."
