The little tavern called Thief Bug Tavern was filled with thoughtful design. From the tables, chairs, and lamps to the drinking vessels and decorations on the tables, everything was exquisite.
But the tavern was not very large, so sharing a table with strangers was perfectly normal.
Zhuri was seated at a small square table for four. When she had been teasing her apprentice earlier, the other guests at the table had been laughing.
Once they were done laughing, everyone naturally began chatting.
Yu Xunge hugged her juice and leaned against the window, eavesdropping with a puffed-up expression.
She felt as though she had discovered another side of Zhuri.
Unlike her usual haughty manner, as if the whole world owed her ten million gold coins, Zhuri was humorous, cheerful, and talkative around others.
Though she clearly hated having people pry into her business, when the guests at the table asked questions that crossed the line, she merely redirected the topic with calm finesse.
Her temper was even quite good. When a guest seated behind her bragged with a wineglass in hand, the raised glass spilled wine onto the hem of Zhuri's clothes. She simply smiled and did not get angry.
Back then, Mistblade and Fat Goose had merely cried, yet Zhuri had viciously skinned all three of them!
Halfway through their drinks, a table of nearby guests was drawn over by Zhuri's group. They took the initiative to ask whether they could push the two tables together and drink and chat together, offering to cover all the alcohol.
Zhuri did not mind.
Even after leaving the tavern, Yu Xunge kept shooting Zhuri strange looks, as though she were trying to determine whether this was really Zhuri.
Zhuri let her stare and said, "What are you looking at? When you're with your