Jiang Yan paid no mind to what the two men inside were thinking. Retracting his fly whisk, he headed straight out of the courtyard.
As he passed the room he had rented, he thought for a moment, then opened the door and went inside.
The furnishings had not changed. The room still looked exceedingly simple.
Yet even after this short stretch of time with no one living here, there was hardly any dust. It looked exactly as it had when Jiang Yan left.
It seemed old Tiegu was quite particular. Even though Jiang Yan had not returned for a month, he had left the room untouched while the rental period had yet to expire.
Jiang Yan looked around. On his shoulder, Jinbao pulled Yanbao close and chattered away, pointing at the room.
He had no idea whether the two could understand each other.
For unusual creatures like Jinbao, refining their throat bones to speak human language was often harder than it was for ordinary Demon Beasts.
Back then, the Wolf Demon and his subordinates, such as the Goat Demon, had been able to assume half-human forms early on and even say a few reasonably convincing words of human speech.
This was not a sign of their strength. On the contrary, it showed that their bloodlines were weak and their potential limited.
As for a Fire Spirit like Yanbao, Jiang Yan did not know. He guessed Yanbao was like Jinbao and would have to reach Eighth Grade at the earliest. He could ask Uncle Flame Carp when he had the chance.
He did not linger. Naturally, he would no longer be living in this courtyard.
He stepped out of the room and pulled the door shut behind him.
Perhaps someone had heard him closing the door. Of course, it was more