The sun sank in the west.
The fragrance of wine wafted against their faces; the setting sun lit up the severed clouds.
The proprietors and attendants of the teahouses and wine shops busily closed up. There was no business at night, and shutting early meant they could go home and sleep with their wives and children in their arms. They skillfully put away the tables, chairs, and benches, lowered the cloth curtains, hauled stones over to block the doors, and locked them up to keep certain homeless beggars from sneaking into the shops at night to cause trouble.
The town was not far away. Their households were in town, and after closing their shops, they headed home together in groups.
Bai Yujun also packed up her stall. She folded and tied up the paper umbrella, slipped it into her storage pouch while no one was looking, then rolled up the bamboo mat spread on the ground for next time.
She muttered as she worked.
"Helping ward off calamity counts as a discount promotion. I collected so much merit, so I'll throw in one free round of dispelling worries and solving troubles."
To avoid causing a sensation, Bai Yujun put together a bundle and carried it on her back, then swayed off into the night...
It was not over yet.
Never underestimate those Aristocratic Clans of Chang'an who survived by schemes and calculations, nor the tangled roots and intertwined branches of every power in the Capital City. They would not let go of any suspicious clue. Even if there was only the slightest possibility, they would send people to investigate. Searching for a needle in the sea—what if they truly fished that needle up after casting their net?
Nascent Soul Cultivators possessed cultivation that was too high. Both Chunyang Palace and