Wind Speed

"Young Master, please have a cup of hot tea," Xue Ling gently said.

Xue Ling's eyes were bright and glistening. Under the moonlight, her gaze seemed less stern and more charming instead.

Chu Li nodded as the pair arrived at the gazebo.

Soon, the gazebo was brilliantly illuminated, making it seem like it was still daytime.

Xue Ling moved dexterously. She quickly steeped the tea and served it.

Chu Li asked, "Has everything been going smoothly in the Public House?"

"It's been rather peaceful," Xue Ling said before she frowned. "But something feels wrong to me. Everyone seems lazier now."

"Huh?" Chu Li curiously looked at her.

Xue Ling replied, "Everyone was always trembling with fear in the past. However, they're not eager to make progress anymore because the Public House is now powerful."

Chu Li nodded slowly. "This is inevitable."