Shuzhou City had a beauty all its own at night.
Especially the bustling West Market.
As the dark clouds gradually dispersed, a full moon hung in the night sky amid glittering specks of starlight.
The wooden buildings with their upturned eaves lined the streets inside and outside the West Market, packed together like the scales of a fish or the teeth of a comb, stretching for miles like two long dragons.
Lanterns hung beneath the eaves, their multicolored candlelight illuminating the night and bringing the bustle of the entire street into clear view.
Passersby gathered in twos and threes.
There were scholars in long robes with refined bearings, portly merchants, and Jianghu guests wearing short tunics and carrying weapons.
None of them paid attention to the details around them.
Chen Yi, on the other hand, watched the streets and alleys from above as he sipped his tea.
Even without dispelling the Mysterious Turtle Breath Concealment Art, he could spot several suspicious figures lurking around the Hundred Herbs Hall with his eyesight alone.
For instance, the old man tending a stall closest to the Hundred Herbs Hall.
Although his face was weathered, his eyes were bright, nothing like those of an elderly man struggling to get by.
Then there was the candied-hawthorn vendor at the street corner, his gaze darting about too much, his body tense as though ready to strike at any moment.
And the two men hiding in the shadows, one stocky and one tall and thin, dressed like beggars.
Their speech and mannerisms were convincing enough, with very few flaws.
But the two of them made far too conspicuous a pair.
Especially the stocky man, whose complexion was ruddy and lustrous.
Chen Yi found it hard to believe they were genuine beggars.
Yet after watching for quite some