The Woman Who Knocks

Unfortunately, even from the branches' perspective, that sound was untraceable, and Yu Xing had no way to get any closer to those things.

He could only wait for the plot to progress further and see if there would be a chance to figure out what that actually was.

Since it was already certain that the inn was currently safe and he didn't actually want to fall asleep, he simply had to make use of the remaining time to do something.

After a moment of thought, Yu Xing's eyes lit up as he got up and pushed the door open.

He was going to have a chat with that old man!

Hua Subai had been wandering outside for over an hour, returning to the inn at nearly eleven-forty.

The scent of wind and snow stained his red garments, clinging closer to him with every passing moment and fitting as if tailored to his measure.

Upon entering, the oil lamp behind the counter was still lit, casting two figures onto the wall—one large and one small, appearing quite harmonious.

Wait, two?

Hua Subai's steps paused, and the very next second after he saw the shadows, a steady and calm reciting voice reached his ears.

"Lin Daiyu let out a sharp cry, her arms wrapping around the thick trunk, and with a twist of her waist, she uprooted the weeping willow."

"Everyone was startled and burst into cheers: 'What a hero!' Lin Daiyu smiled shyly: 'This humble one has made a fool of himself.'"

Hua Subai: "..."

Recognizing the voice, the corner of his brow twitched slightly as he walked quickly to the counter, leaning over to look inside.

Sure enough, Yu Xing and the old man were both huddled behind the counter. The old man sat on his small low stool,