Chapter 112: A Sip of Good Tea
As they walked through the imperial city, Ji Wuhui couldn't contain his curiosity any longer.
"Brother Ying, how long were you standing there?" he asked, glancing at Ying Wuji.
"Not long," Ying Wuji replied blankly. "Just over an hour."
Ji Wuhui: ...
Old Bai: ...
Ji Wuhui coughed softly, trying to mask his embarrassment. At the same time, he silently cursed Xia Yu for his lack of consideration.
Letting a Pathseeker at his peak stand outside the gate for over an hour? Xia Yu, you're truly one of a kind.
If Xia Yu could hear Ji Wuhui's thoughts, he would likely protest his innocence. After all, he had suggested that Ying Wuji wait inside the imperial city, but the man had refused outright.
"Brother Ying, my apologies for the poor hospitality and any offense caused," Ji Wuhui said earnestly.