Because Baichuan Market had a relatively low threshold for entry, the market district of Three Families Market was bustling every day. Yet when Yu Ci stepped into the market today, all he saw was desolation.
Baichuan Market was closed. No one here was in the mood to do business today. The occasional cultivators he saw were all internal staff of Three Families Market, each with a grave expression and hurried steps. The atmosphere was stretched so taut it seemed ready to explode.
Led by Steward Wen, Yu Ci went straight to the meditation chamber where the incident had occurred. This was already the heart of the market, normally closed to outsiders, but Yu Ci was no stranger to it. Just yesterday, he had investigated it with the Zhaoshen Map.
Yu Ci stepped inside. According to Steward Wen, the scene had been preserved perfectly, with no changes from when the incident occurred. It looked no different from usual either, aside from the old spirit shaman slumped crookedly over a meditation cushion.
Comparing it slightly with his memories of yesterday, Yu Ci found that the old spirit shaman's sitting position had not changed much either. That made him somewhat doubtful about the time of the incident. When he questioned Steward Wen, the latter could not make heads or tails of it either. He only said that after Fifth Master He left yesterday, Master Zhang Ye had remained in the meditation chamber to rest. It was not until servants brought tea and snacks as usual today and received no response to their knocking that they discovered the old man had died suddenly in the room.
Yu Ci listened while observing. From where he stood, he could see the old man's stiff face. It was impossible to tell what expression it bore, but it