Before long, Fang Han put down his bowl and chopsticks and gave Luo Yuntian and the Steward a meaningful look.
The two understood and also set down their bowls and chopsticks.
The three of them stood up and walked unhurriedly toward the stairs. They went up to the second floor, and each returned to their own room.
Lei Zheng's gaze swept over the backs of the three as they went upstairs, then he looked away, paying them no mind.
He picked up the wine pot and poured himself a cup.
As a First-Grade Martial Artist, as long as he didn't want to get drunk, no amount of alcohol could inebriate him, so he had no need to worry about it.
「The next morning, at the crack of dawn.」
Fang Han pushed open his door and stepped out, just in time to see Luo Yuntian also emerging from his room.
Their eyes met, and they nodded slightly to each other.
A short while later, the Qingxuan Sect Steward was also packed and ready. The three of them went downstairs together.
