Late at night, the streets of Yunxiao City remained bustling, yet the teahouse by the street had already closed its doors early.
Some tea enthusiasts wanting to knock found a sign saying "closed for business" hanging at the door, and could only leave reluctantly.
At this moment, in the small courtyard behind the teahouse, Xiao Tian whispered, "Young master, are you really going to shelter this mysterious woman? Isn't it a bit too hasty?"
"Why do you say that? Or is it that you don't trust her?" Yangjian turned to glance at Xiao Tian and asked with a smile.
"Not that I don't trust her, but it's just that we are strangers to this woman. Sheltering her simply because of her words today— isn't it a bit too quick?"
"After all, one can know a person's face but not their heart. Although this woman has a grudge against evil forces, she hails from the mysterious land of sorcery—who knows what secrets she might be carrying!"
