Xuanji and Yu Sifeng exchanged glances, both uncertain and incredulous. How had they been followed so discretely during their journey to Li Ze Palace without any trace of pattern or predictability? Had someone been tracking them without their notice all along?
Amid these thoughts, the crowd from Lize Palace had gradually made their way into the inn. The inn, not very spacious, soon became overcrowded with a stifling mass of people. The Vice Palace Master, with a chuckle, approached Wuzhiqi unhurriedly and politely bowed: "Junior greets Mr. Wuzhiqi."
A strange noise came from Wuzhiqi's nose as he curled the corners of his mouth, signalling that he had heard. The Vice Palace Master, still smiling, then said, "For someone of Mr. Wuzhiqi's esteemed status, why reside in this decrepit small inn? Would you care to join this junior at Lize Palace, where my elder brother awaits with a prepared seat?"