Bar

The beam of light was located in an alley. From afar, it looked like a lonely shop waiting for customers.

It was a shop. It had a thick door embedded with a glass window with frosted glass and carvings.

Shang Jianyao walked over step by step and only sensed human consciousness when he was close.

Ten meters… He stroked his chin.

This was the distance he estimated. He believed that the person in the shop had already discovered his existence.

Shang Jianyao didn't stop and came to the thick brown wooden door.

A yellowish and warm glow quietly flowed out of the glass embedded at the top of the wooden door.

Shang Jianyao raised his right hand, but he didn't knock on the wooden door or push it open directly. Instead, he pulled at the wind chime hanging from the door and listened to it make its crisp chimes.

Over and over again, Shang Jianyao seemed to find new entertainment.