Su Wen even noticed a flicker of dark red deep within the little Cat Demon's pupils,
a sign of Divine Abomination Contamination.
So, when Natsume Chie once again shared a small piece of meat from her table with it, the calico cat suddenly arched its back and hissed.
But in the next instant, Su Wen silently recited a line from the Daoist canon that Curator Yu Kaiji had taught him before they left:
"Daoist Chapter Forty-One,
I ask:
The greatest sound is without voice."
In an instant, roaring ripples burst forth through the Dawn Lineage, directly erasing the effects brought by that trace of eerie aura.
Then, as though their moods had suddenly lifted, the office workers at the next table burst into laughter. Many people in the ramen shop began talking as well, and even Chie's voice was drowned out by the steam.
The wind chimes outside the shop rang brightly,
and from some unknown household's television, Su Wen heard the weather forecast, delivered in the mechanical female voice of a Low-level Artificial Intelligence:
Tokyo's temperature would undergo an abnormal shift next week, most likely plunging by seventeen degrees.
Thinking of this,
he merely gave the little girl beside him a reminder:
"Chie, wait here for me. I have something urgent to handle. I'll be back in forty minutes at most."
When he stepped out of the ramen shop again, the sky above Tokyo's outskirts, once shrouded in the sunset, had now been completely covered by lead-gray clouds.
Su Wen had no time to worry about anything else. He hurried through the streets and, three minutes later, finally found the source of the contaminated spiritual energy:
It was a platform leading to Shinjuku Station in Tokyo.
In Su Wen's eyes,
the Tokyo residents on the platform looked rushed. They