Steadfastly Walking in the Opposite Direction of Reason

Meanwhile, the protagonist whom the innkeeper expected to be "eavesdropping" on their conversation lazily yawned and stretched. He looked around with slightly dazed eyes, then swiftly woke up.

"Sleeping feels pretty nice."

At his level, he no longer needed sleep, but sleeping once in a while was still quite relaxing. However, being away from Crouching Dragon Mountain was different. Before sleeping, he would set up layers of formations around himself. At the first sign of anything unusual, Lin Cheng would immediately awaken.

"Mm, looks like nothing's out of the ordinary."

Lin Cheng yawned again. Then, a man's voice suddenly sounded from outside the courtyard. Lin Cheng looked over in surprise and saw a man who bore some resemblance to the innkeeper standing respectfully outside the door, holding a bottle of wine and several small dishes.

"Honored guest, this bottle of wine..." The innkeeper's son's heart was bleeding. He had no idea what madness had seized his father, insisting on sending over this hard-won fine wine. As his son, he had no choice but to comply.

"Oh, just put the wine there. There's nothing else to do here, so you can leave first."

Still bleary-eyed, Lin Cheng gave it a glance and frowned in distaste. As expected, this inn had nothing good when it came to wine. Still, conditions were bound to be a little rough when traveling, so he casually waved a hand and pointed at the table beside him, signaling for the other man to set the wine down and leave.

"Uh... then I'll leave the wine here. Please enjoy..."

The innkeeper's son was a little dumbfounded. Then he recalled his father's words and suddenly understood. The man must have been unable to resist tasting the fine wine, but felt awkward with him around, which was why he was