Opening the window of his carriage slightly, Wuhen poked his head out.
His ears twitched. His red-gold eyes narrowed as he glanced at the moon hanging in the night sky.
It was late. And he was starving.
With an irritated expression, he knocked on the wall of the carriage.
The carriage immediately stopped.
One of the guards quickly approached the window and bowed his head. "Your—"
"Find me an inn," Wuhen interrupted impatiently. "I'm starving."
Then he slammed the window shut.
Within minutes, the carriage began moving again.
Eventually, it stopped in front of an inn.
Wuhen stepped out with one guard accompanying him while the others remained behind to secure the carriage.
He entered the inn.
It looked decent enough.
The staff immediately rushed forward to serve him, guiding him to a private chamber and bringing dishes to the table.
Wuhen ate alone.
Behind him, his nine tails swayed lazily in the air.
