Watching the Fire from the Other Side

Meng Qi carried an oil-paper umbrella, strolling through the bustling main street as if walking in the rain. Peddlers, stall vendors, and plainly dressed passersby were like waves, some still, some surging.

Divine Capital had always been renowned for its abundance of experts, so Meng Qi had not found anything amiss before. But after hearing Yuan Lihuo mention that news of the Nine Heavens Ruins had been secretly spreading through Divine Capital, everything looked entirely different. The packed crowds seemed to conceal quite a few powerful figures. They came in haste and left in haste, their expressions solemn, while turbulent undercurrents surged beneath the surface.

"A single stone really has stirred up a thousand-layered wave..." Meng Qi casually surveyed the surroundings from the corner of his eye without extending his spirit. Regardless of whether the news about the Nine Heavens Ruins was true or false, and regardless of whether some sinister plot lay behind it, he had no intention of wading into this muddy water. None of it concerned him—unless Gu Xiaosang brought a contract and asked him to cooperate.

Thus, he now felt rather pleased with himself for standing outside the affair and seeing more clearly as an onlooker. When raindrops began to fall, he opened his oil-paper umbrella and watched with a smile as one passerby after another brushed past him.

The feeling of watching the fire from across the bank was truly not bad!

Raindrops blossomed across the bluestone pavement. Meng Qi naturally had no intention of joining the excitement at Antai Tower, so he casually found an inn and asked for a relatively quiet guest room.

It was an independent courtyard divided into three side rooms: left, right, and center. The moment Meng Qi stepped inside, the smile at the corners of his mouth grew broader.