"Was really not attacked?" In the early morning, Feng Xue slowly emerged from his meditation state, plucking the hometown tree from the flower pot next to the bowl of water, muttering with some surprise.
Although what those two men who looked human said yesterday made sense, it was far from enough to earn Feng Xue's trust.
After tidying up a bit, Feng Xue pushed open the door of the guest room and saw several people eating breakfast in the lobby downstairs. Apart from yesterday's man in white and the seemingly-named Blue couple, there was a stranger with a reasonably normal appearance, looking like the inn's server from the way he was handling the food.
Breakfast consisted of steamed buns, white porridge, and pickled vegetables, which seemed quite standard—still, Feng Xue had no intention of ordering and simply pushed the door, planning to leave.
