Jiang Hao followed behind Hong Yuye and arrived at the sixth floor.
Along the way, he felt somewhat sentimental.
He was always taught to keep a low profile when being away from home. However, those people downstairs didn't understand that simple principle. They booked the entire inn and made it inconvenient for the others. When people travel far and wide and finally arrive at a place only to be denied a place to stay even after paying properly, they are bound to feel resentful. There were many demonic sects in the vicinity. Why were they deliberately trying to invite trouble?
Jiang Hao hadn't kept a low profile for himself along the way either. However, if he hadn't done anything, Hong Yuye would have. That would have turned significantly disastrous.
"Senior, can I ask you a question?" Jiang Hao asked.
At this moment, Hong Yuye was sitting by the window, watching the setting sun on the horizon.