Sunlight poured into the dim, cramped room, and the gentle breeze slightly diluted the reeking stench of alcohol.
Gray Civet stood blankly by the window.
Perhaps the sunlight was too glaring, for he could not help narrowing his eyes.
A moment later, the man's shoulders trembled faintly. He instinctively reached for the wine jug on the table, intending to respond to the other party.
Unfortunately, the jug was already empty. Gray Civet felt a little embarrassed and did not know what to do with himself.
Once he realized just how wretched and ridiculous he looked, that embarrassment swiftly turned into crushing inferiority, making him instinctively want to retreat into the darkness and hide from that warm golden radiance.
According to his original plans, Gray Civet ought to have been a distinguished envoy of the Heavenly Demon Mansion by now, a Luo Family token hanging from his waist, with enough spare strength to look after Yong Province as well.
But now, he was down and out like a homeless dog, without even a decent place to shelter himself.
Don't just show up so suddenly.
At least let this king tidy himself up first—
Gray Civet complained muddleheadedly in his heart, then suddenly realized that the other party had not come knocking at the inn. They had merely waited quietly across the street, while he himself had pushed open this window.
Fortunately, the young man did not seem to care about such things.
Lin Shu had long since withdrawn his gaze. He casually took a sip of wine, leaving this bedraggled Demon King a little room to compose himself.
"You seem rather excited."
Old He's mocking voice came from the bed. "Did you see a ghost in broad daylight?"
"Whew!"
Gray Civet let out a long breath and said softly, "They came