Like him, the three others each picked up an instrument. In the blink of an eye, the ground had been cleared, and the group followed Uncle Wang toward Trading Street.
Along the way, Yang Chen was not particularly close with the three men, but he could still hold a conversation with Uncle Wang. By probing indirectly, he learned a few things.
Uncle Wang's name was Wang Lin. He had watched Mo Suxue grow up and was a servant arranged for her by Mo Suxue's father.
As for the three men, they were brothers named Sun Da, Sun Er, and Sun San. When they first joined Mo Suxue, they had done so on the strength of their formidable body-refining abilities. They had served under Mo Suxue for many years now. Usually haughty and proud, they scarcely regarded newly joined servants as worthy of notice.
Yang Chen also learned a little about the situation at Trading Street.
Experts from the Twelve Great Branches were stationed within Trading Street to uphold justice. For that very reason, one absolutely could not stir up trouble or cause disputes there.
Yet Trading Street was not entirely safe either. Some cultivators with power and influence naturally possessed privileges. Even if they truly caused trouble, the Twelve Great Branches would turn a blind eye and not take it too seriously.
Such incidents were not particularly frequent, but Wang Lin still specifically warned Yang Chen and the others to keep their eyes peeled after arriving at Trading Street and not make trouble. Otherwise, if they kicked an iron plate, even their young lady would not be able to protect them.
Yang Chen was not someone who caused trouble, but he still took the warning to heart and remained cautious.
He was in an unfamiliar place, after all. Being careful