If one were to push the window open from the small pavilion on the second floor, they could see verdant sights all around, resembling the scene of mountain rocks and stone monuments, which is supposedly the elegance that scholars adore.
Elegance? Elegance lost in gambling?
Tie Lin laughed coldly in his heart.
Just as he was about to knock on the door, he noticed Wuxin had already raised his hand, brushing the brass chains tangled on the door. The heavy brass chains, weighing tens of pounds, broke apart, and the tightly locked wooden door was effortlessly pushed open, leaving a gap.
Though the sound was small, it was rather piercing in the night. Tie Lin instinctively stepped forward to shield Wuxin's actions. At the same time, he placed his right hand on his sword and glanced around keenly. Only after he had instinctively completed this series of protective moves did the corner of his mouth twitch.
Wait, wait, isn't this akin to stealing?!
