The next day, early morning.
Xiao Yi opened his eyes amid a burst of noise.
He had been cross-legged in meditation all night.
"Knock knock." The vigorous knocking made Xiao Yi frown.
"What is it?" Xiao Yi got up, opened the door, and asked.
Outside the room stood the innkeeper and a clerk.
"Young Master, are you alright?" The innkeeper and clerk visibly relaxed.
"What, should something be wrong with me?" Xiao Yi asked indifferently.
The innkeeper, looking secretive, moved closer to Xiao Yi and whispered, "Young Master, did you sleep very soundly last night?"
"Next door, a group of Martial Artists from Gale Sect were wiped out."
"I don't know who could do such a cruel thing."
The clerk joked aside, "I guess the Young Master slept like a pig, luckily escaping with his life."
"What are you saying?" the innkeeper glared at the clerk.
Realizing his mistake, the clerk repeatedly apologized to Xiao Yi.
