Chen Mo took his leave of the Old Lady. By then, night had fully fallen.
Fatty had originally wanted him to stay the night at his grandmother's house, saying the guest room had long been prepared. But Chen Mo politely declined.
"I have something to take care of, so I'll be leaving first. We'll meet again in Jin City."
Fatty froze for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but after looking at Chen Mo's expression, he swallowed the words back down.
He might not have been good at much else, but he was unmatched at reading the room.
Chen Mo had said it lightly, but his tone was exceedingly firm. He clearly really had something to do.
"Alright, then." Fatty scratched his head. "Master Chen, be careful on the road. Send me a telegram when you get to Jin City."
Shen Yunjin stood inside the threshold of the main hall and gave him a slight nod. "Take care, Mr. Chen."
The black-lacquered wooden door closed behind him, and the bronze door knocker gave a soft clink.
Chen Mo glanced around, then instead of taking the main road, turned into a narrower alley.
After confirming there was no one nearby, he willed it and stored the suitcase in his hand into his storage space.
The muscles of his face began to squirm. Within a few breaths, they had reshaped themselves into the face of an unfamiliar middle-aged man.
After taking out a spare blue long gown and changing into it, Chen Mo finally stepped out of the alley again.
The nights in Ganzhou were not as clamorous as those in Jin City.
The night here was quiet.
The shops along the streets had long since put up their wooden shutters. Only a scattered few teahouses still glowed