The lady in white slightly furrowed her brows, recalling the scene when she first entered the inn.
She considered herself sharp and highly sensitive to her surroundings.
Yet, merely a short time passed, and she had no recollection whether someone had been sitting at that table before.
He seemed to have been sitting there the whole time, pouring and drinking by himself.
How could she have not noticed him as she passed by?
If he had arrived later, how could she not have sensed his presence at all?
For a moment, the lady in white fell deep into thought.
Training in martial arts until now, she had never encountered such a bizarre occurrence.
"Sister..."
Yang Juncai thought she was pondering about the carvings on the city wall, and seeing her expression vastly different from before, he worried something was amiss.
Just as he was about to ask aloud, the lady in white gave him a look.
Yang Juncai immediately silenced himself.
Suddenly, he heard his sister quietly inquire,
