Ye Chen saw that it was already dark. According to what he'd learned that day, Chang'an City's gates would close in about half an hour, and the curfew would begin.
Since the war had only just ended, Chang'an City hadn't yet reopened its nighttime entertainment. Besides, it was a year of disaster—who would dare seek pleasure right under the emperor's nose?
If Ye Chen still hadn't found a place to stay by then, he'd have no choice but to wander the city. If soldiers spotted him, he'd inevitably be in for a whole lot of trouble.
Ye Chen was at a loss about what to do. Even with his Indestructible Body, he couldn't escape these worldly entanglements.
He wasn't Sun Wukong, after all. With that kind of ability, he could conjure a great pile of silver with a wave of his hand, let alone find somewhere to sleep and eat. What would he have to worry about?
Thinking of Sun Wukong, Ye Chen's thoughts turned to Five Finger Mountain, a hundred miles away. Is that monkey waiting beneath the mountain for Tang Sanzang right now? he wondered silently.
"Havoc in Heaven. How enviable." Ye Chen smiled. Thinking that he'd soon become one of the four on the Journey to the West, he couldn't help feeling a fresh sense of anticipation for the future.
Just as Ye Chen's thoughts drifted far away, the door of a small baozi shop beside him suddenly opened. Drawn by the sound, he turned to look.
The person who opened the door was a woman who looked to be about thirty. She hadn't expected anyone to still be wandering the streets so late, so she was surprised to see Ye Chen.
"Hey, young man, why aren't you home yet? The curfew's about to start," the woman