Two days later, in a private room of a teahouse located in the bustling city center, adjacent to the post station.
Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing both removed their veils, sipping iced tea under Zhu Yunwen's gaze, which was as admiring as if he were looking at a celestial being.
Outside the private room, ten tables and chairs were crowded with porters, coachmen, merchants, bodyguards, and other weary people from the Martial World.
The air was filled with the mixed scent of sweat and tea, and the noise of chatter and clinking porcelain.
Wang Yuyan sipped tea to beat the heat, wiping the fragrant sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, and glaring fiercely at Zhu Yunwen, who kept staring at her, signaling "Don't be impolite."
Murong Qingqing, on the other hand, focused on gathering her senses, observing everything through the door curtain and windows, and remaining ever vigilant.
