Taking advantage of the wind, Zhao Ya floated effortlessly, arriving outside the courtyard he had visited during the day as if weightless.
There were no guards in the courtyard, and Zhao Ya landed on the roof ridge like a snowflake.
The room was lit, and faint voices could be heard inside.
Zhao Ya crouched down, pressing his ear to the roof tiles, listening intently.
Indeed.
He heard Yang Bin speaking inside.
"Sigh, I couldn't pay the rent again this year. I really feel guilty in my heart."
"Master, you shouldn't blame yourself too much. It's not something you intended. You did your best. I believe the heroes from the Azure Dragon Temple won't give you a hard time because of it." Someone comforted.
