Ning Xiyin stood high above, able to see a large group of people standing outside Yizhuang's gate.
Each stood silently and solemnly.
They didn't look like the scattered rabble from the tavern earlier.
He lowered his head and lifted a tile.
His position was well-chosen; though it was pouring rain, the missing tile allowed some rainwater to seep in, but it wouldn't fall on those inside the house.
He looked inside through the gap between the tiles.
He saw a man in a loose scholar robe, with a bamboo hat on his head, sitting high in the main seat.
The one bowing and standing below was the gatekeeper of the Yizhuang.
At that moment, this person turned back to look in the direction of Yizhuang's door, frowning:
"Sir, the Jianghu Alliance's Su Mo has announced thirty-two locations.
"This has stirred the Xizhou martial world into action.
"In recent days, occasionally people have come to our Yizhuang to seek lodging.
"Look..."
