Inside his room, Cheng Yu took out another Grain-Avoidance Pill and swallowed it.
He felt his stomach fill. According to Wen Yang, the trade would take place tomorrow, so Cheng Yu planned to get some proper rest today and recover his energy.
The Broken-Heart Half-Demons harassing him along the way had kept him from sleeping well at all.
He heard an uproar downstairs, with voices from Wen Yang's caravan mixed among some unfamiliar ones.
Judging by their distinctive accents, Cheng Yu guessed they might belong to the Demon Race. As for why the people in Wen Yang's caravan were arguing with them, that was none of his concern.
Quite apart from being rather cold at heart, Cheng Yu was happy to help others when he could do so with little effort. When he lacked the ability, however, he usually chose to keep himself out of trouble.
To put it more plainly, he was someone who used "value" as the standard for deciding whether to act. When he was strong, he could do as he pleased and gain emotional satisfaction without much effort. When he was weak, he had far more to consider.
First of all, Wen Yang was merely a chance acquaintance. At most, they also had a business relationship, which meant they were using each other: he needed Wen Yang's connections, and Wen Yang needed his goods from the Demon-Worshipping Cult. Most importantly, Yunyangzi, the role he was playing now, was an ordinary man.
Mad Song was his only means of attack, but given its particular nature, Wen Yang did not have enough "value" to make Cheng Yu reveal its abilities for his sake.
In short, going downstairs would accomplish absolutely nothing. Worse, if he went down and then did nothing, Wen Yang would resent him for it.
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