The night in the City of Destruction remained bustling.
Yet upon returning to the inn, it was the opposite of outside—rather deserted.
There were not many people in the inn. Ji Ruobing seemed to have already gone to rest, and only the innkeeper sat at the counter, working his abacus.
"The guest has returned," the innkeeper greeted with a smile when he saw Xu Zimo enter.
"Why is it so quiet today?" Xu Zimo casually asked.
"Someone has booked the whole place," the innkeeper replied in a low voice.
Judging by the smile on his face, he must have made quite a profit.
Seeing Xu Zimo about to leave, the innkeeper hurriedly stopped him and pointed upstairs to the second floor.
Chuckling, he said, "The person who booked the place is waiting for you upstairs."
"Waiting for me?" Xu Zimo said in surprise.
"Are you sure you didn't get it wrong?"
"Of course not," the innkeeper hurriedly said.
"Guest, you should go up and take a look."
Half-believing, half-doubting, Xu Zimo headed up to the second floor.
Just as he reached the bend in the staircase, Xu Zimo's nose twitched.
A faint fragrance.
He seemed to already know who had come.
By the street-facing window on the second floor sat Miss Mirror.
She seemed to have changed her makeup.
She wore a deep crimson robe, making her somewhat different from the woman he had seen before.
Her hair had turned golden, and she wore something like smoky makeup around her eyes, black all around.
Her eyelashes were long, and this time, her lips were painted a vivid red.
Her demeanor was exceedingly seductive.
Curved in all the right places, her red robe revealed and concealed in equal measure; many parts were even unsuitable for children.
She leaned against the window,