A Supernatural Ability. A Supernatural Ability.
Talent and a Supernatural Ability might seem separated by a hair's breadth, but in truth, they were worlds apart.
Qin Geng did not linger in the street. The power surging through his body urged him to test it, to let it loose.
He pulled his empty rickshaw. His stride looked no different from usual, yet his speed had more than doubled. The wheels rolled silently, and in the blink of an eye, he was back at Xu Jin's Shanty.
He parked the rickshaw securely beneath the shed but did not go inside. He stood where he was, closed his eyes, and drew a deep breath.
When he opened them again, he was already moving.
There was no earth-shaking display, not even the faintest audible rush of wind.
His toes brushed the ground, and he drifted away without a sound, like a fallen leaf caught by the breeze.
Once he started, he did not stop.
Qin Geng's figure swept across the land of Tianjin.
He passed through the places he knew best first.
The Pear Garden Society was bustling as ever. Farewell My Concubine was playing onstage, with gongs and drums thundering and voices soaring. But by the time the sound reached his ears, he was already several streets away.
Qin Geng passed the House of Romantic Pleasures and the House of Exquisite Red, where flesh was bought and sold. Behind their vermilion doors came languid music and bursts of lewd laughter.
Without breaking stride, he flashed into the tangled guild territories of Jinmen City's inner city.
The air above the Great Salt Gang's docks smelled briny. Porters chanted as they hauled sacks of salt.
In the quarter where artisans gathered, tailor shops and barber stalls belonging to the Golden Scissors Society stretched one after