Late at night.
Nan Feng adopted a new appearance and strode into East City Inn.
"Staying the night, sir?" The drowsy waiter hurriedly came over when he saw a customer.
"I'm looking for someone."
Nan Feng tossed the waiter a money pouch and asked, "Is the guest in Yellow Room No. 2 still here?"
The waiter weighed the pouch in his hand, sensing its heft. His face lit up. "Yes, yes. Shall I call them for you?"
Nan Feng pressed a hand on his shoulder. "No need. I'll go myself."
Yellow Room No. 2 was on the second floor. Nan Feng reached it in a single stride.
He stopped outside the door rather than barging in, because he sensed several streams of perception casually yet deliberately examining him.
"Someone is watching this place?"
Nan Feng released his Divine Sense, enveloping the entire inn.
This prevented the people watching from outside the inn from sensing what was happening within.
After that, Nan Feng listened carefully to the sounds inside the room.
"Snore... snore..."
Thunderous, rhythmic breathing came from inside, like a water buffalo rapping.
Besides the snoring, Nan Feng heard two other, steadier breaths.
"There are three people inside?"
Nan Feng frowned, gently pushed open the door, and entered.
The rooms at East City Inn were divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow.
Yellow rooms were the lowest grade. They contained only one bed, one table, and one stool, without even a private latrine.
The moment Nan Feng entered, he took in the entire room.
Three people lay on the bed: one man and two women, their clothes in disarray.
They looked as if they had just gone through an intense battle. Exhausted, they were sleeping soundly.
Nan Feng silently walked to the bedside and examined the three of