The nearby blocks were already the wealthiest part of Fengtou Town, and the streets were visibly cleaner.
Though the wealthy merchant families hadn't all built their mansions here, the most powerful family, the Zhao family, had built theirs here and bought up every business along the street. Naturally, that had boosted commerce in the surrounding area.
The street with all the shops was its own district. The locals seemed to call it North City, while the residential area before them lay just behind it.
When night fell, lanterns lit up at every doorway. It was much livelier than the more remote areas.
The house of Qian San, whom the boy had pointed out, wasn't far from the Zhao family's. It stood at the end of the street, close enough to enjoy the bustle without drawing too much attention.
Yu Xing stepped out of the alley and glanced over. The wall around Qian San's courtyard was smooth and well-kept. It wasn't so tall that they could see the roof tiles over the walls, as they could with the homes of the wealthiest families, but the gate was finely made. It was easy to guess that the homeowner lived comfortably.
He'd actually passed by here last night while causing trouble all over town. He'd even noticed the courtyard, but since its owner wasn't one of the wealthy merchants, he hadn't gone in.
So the enemy really had been right beside me.
As he watched, two figures walked side by side from the end of the street: a frail woman in green who seemed ready to topple in the wind, and a white-haired old woman. They moved in silence. As they passed beneath the lanterns' red glow, their pale faces looked like paper, with a bluish tinge the red light couldn't hide.
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