As a commercial district, Jinyang Street's roadside lights flickered on around this time every evening.
From afar, the entire street resembled a dazzling, brightly lit river of lamps.
Where there was brightness, there were naturally dark corners as well.
On a cold wall in a relatively secluded spot, a figure stood with his arms folded across his chest.
The night breeze slowly brushed past his sleeves~
From time to time, illuminated by the flickering streetlights, his face was revealed to be that of a young man.
Zhang Daoling stood atop the wall, looking toward the teahouse, his gaze fixed on a figure.
From a distance, the other person seemed to notice his presence as well. That person glanced over, lowered the baseball cap on his head, and swiftly approached Zhang Daoling.
A moment later,
Wang Ye leaped up onto the wall in a single bound, landing steadily.
He walked a few steps closer to Zhang Daoling, raising his brows in surprise.
His characteristically lazy voice followed:
"Boss, if you're here, why did you call me over?"
"How are things in Qingyang?"
Zhang Daoling looked at him and asked expressionlessly.
He had clearly ignored Wang Ye's question.
Wang Ye helplessly shook his head and answered,
"No progress at all! We can only wait and see where that group shows up next time."
"Mm."
Zhang Daoling gave a hum and looked toward the teahouse again.
Facing Zhang Daoling's poker face, Wang Ye held his thermos and asked in confusion,
"Old Qin told me to come over. Is there something you need me to do?"
"Traces of talismans were found near the teahouse. The fluctuations are exquisite. Old Qin formed a talismanic imprint, but unexpectedly, even I can't recognize it. There are two options now. First, you restore the scene from back then