An Chen wandered around Xiliang City for two days without finding any information about the Listening Society. In the end, he bought a map and continued toward Spirit City.
Two days later, An Chen sat in a carriage with his legs crossed, holding Big Ears and eating grapes.
Big Ears, meanwhile, kept gnawing vigorously on its large strip of dried meat.
Two shafts of sunlight streamed through the carriage windows, bringing a warmth he had not felt in a long time.
Only then did An Chen realize that his body temperature seemed to be dropping lower and lower.
He sighed. The sight of sunlight still stirred some fear in him, and he promptly drew the curtains.
An Chen took a map out of the Ring and began studying it.
"Hmm, Arles City? Should I stop by on the way?" An Chen muttered to himself as he examined the cities along the route to Spirit City and spotted Arles City, which he had visited before.
Whatever. There are still three cities to go. I'll decide in a few days.
He put away the map and went back to eating the grapes beside him.
Two hours passed before he knew it. The blazing sun now stood overhead, marking the hottest part of the day.
Suddenly, a keen glint flashed through An Chen's eyes.
He had sensed a familiar fluctuation of Soul Power.
Then he pricked up his ears and heard a harsh screech coming from the distant sky ahead.
"Hm? This seems to be..." Something stirred in An Chen's mind.
He immediately asked the Coachman up front to stop the carriage.
After getting out, An Chen gave the Coachman a Gold Soul Coin and told him to return to where they had started, while he continued ahead on foot.
On his shoulder,