The young couple exchanged glances, sharing a slight smile before ascending the stairs.
Upon reaching the top, they were momentarily dumbstruck.
Instead of the small attic they had imagined, it was a rather large hall, filled with burly men wielding swords and knives, staring intently at the staircase entrance.
The Taoist who had peeked earlier had retreated and stood beside another Taoist at the main seat, seemingly an apprentice.
The entire setting resembled the headquarters of a clan, and it seemed they had intruded right in the middle of a meeting.
Xia Chichi couldn't help but blink amusingly—her luck was truly astonishing. It was merely her guess that these sundry shops, overflowing with goods, belonged to the Yukun Gang. To randomly pick one and walk into the gang's headquarters, and during a meeting no less, was quite the stroke of luck. There was no need for Heavenly Spirit to go searching; the Taoist seated in the main seat was likely him.
