"Woof, woof, woof..."
Yang Ge, who had finally managed to fall asleep, opened his eyes once again.
He stared at the pitch-black rafters, listening to the scrape and crunch of roof tiles traveling from the far end of the beam to directly above his face. He was so exhausted he wanted to grab a brick, charge up there, and smash the idiot thief on his roof to death.
Three times!
He clenched the bedding, raging inwardly, Will this ever end?
He had once tried putting himself in the shoes of those martial artists entering the city, imagining how they might find Zhang Mazi among Road Pavilion's tens of thousands of residents...
He had considered them setting up a challenge arena to goad him into fighting.
He had also considered them attacking Road Pavilion's residents to force him out.
He had even considered them impersonating Zhang Mazi and running amok, forcing him to appear and clear his name.
What he had never imagined was that these people would search for Zhang Mazi by the idiotic method of sneaking from house to house in the dead of night!
And somehow, they had actually found their way into Zhang Mazi's home...
Sure enough, the highest-level contests required only the most primitive methods.
Little Yellow's barking gradually died down.
The resentment in Yang Ge's heart subsided with it. He quietly consoled himself, "Don't get angry, don't get angry. If you let idiots like these get to you, you've already lost..."
Before he had even finished, he heard a dull thud from the backyard, followed by indistinct muttering.
Little Yellow, who had only just quieted down, immediately started cursing again.
Even without understanding dog language, Yang Ge knew those furious barks had to be filthy.
"No end to it, no end to it..."
Muttering as