Hearing Han Fei's voice, the fugitive's complexion changed, his eyes flickered with confusion and incomprehension, but it was only the time it took to turn around, and all his expressions returned to normal.
The two did not have further exchanges, and Han Fei had already walked ahead to the middle of the corridor. He did not stand with others and also kept a certain distance from his wife.
"The water won't reach the second floor for a while, you come with me first," the innkeeper, knowing his life was not long for this world, gestured for the waiter to help him back to his room.
"Is there something you can't say in front of us that you have to do behind our backs? Are you running a black shop here? From beginning to end, it's all you leading the show?" The Magician's eyes had no pity or sympathy; seeing the old man's health deteriorating, his demeanor gradually relaxed, seemingly only afraid of the old man among everyone present.
