The teahouse near Yunlai Inn isn't particularly large, but it does have a two-story structure.
At this moment, it's afternoon—peak time when people are most plentiful.
On the platform in the main hall on the first floor, a slightly chubby middle-aged storyteller has just finished a lengthy narration and is sipping tea to moisten his throat.
Duan Rong entered the teahouse, glanced at the storyteller, and headed straight for the second floor.
He casually ordered a few dishes and a pot of clear tea and then sat down at a window-side seat.
Duan Rong sat there, gazing out the window, observing the pedestrians and the buildings in this area.
This isn't the center of Divine Cloud Prefecture; he deliberately entered the city through the East City Gate and chose a relatively secluded Yunlai Inn to avoid attracting attention.
At this moment, Duan Rong's mind was peaceful, watching the bustling crowd, feeling a sense of leisure.
