Ye Xing hurried after him. Lin Yi was talking to Zhang San.
Ye Xing once again fixed Lin Yi with a deeply aggrieved stare. When Lin Yi saw him catching up, he turned his head away and pretended not to notice.
"What's wrong, young masters? Were you dissatisfied with the service here?" Zhang San asked in confusion. Standing between them, he looked from one to the other, utterly bewildered.
"Ahem, it has nothing to do with you. Take us somewhere to stay," Lin Yi said.
"Of course. Please follow me, young masters!" Zhang San gestured for them to proceed and flew alongside them, leading the way.
Ye Xing still refused to give up. He flew in front of Lin Yi, then to his left, then to his right, staring at him resentfully all the while.
He refused to believe Lin Yi didn't feel guilty.
Lin Yi looked left and right, but never at Ye Xing drifting around him. He showed not the slightest sign of guilt.
His gaze swept over the street markets, the floating islands overhead, and the distant city walls-anywhere but the aggrieved face right beside him.
Following Zhang San, they landed before an elegant timber-and-stone building within the city.
Flowing calligraphy graced its signboard, and faint spiritual mist curled around the eaves: Cloudrest Lodge.
The building wasn't large, but it was clean and tidy, with gleaming windows and spotless furnishings. Business clearly seemed good.
"We're here, young masters. This is the most reasonably priced inn in the entire city," Zhang San said.
In plain language, it was the cheapest inn.
"Not bad!" Lin Yi looked over the Cloudrest Lodge. His first impression was quite favorable.
"Here, your payment!" Lin Yi took a mid-grade spirit stone from his Storage Ring and tossed it to Zhang San. "All right,