Xu Feng watched Clerk Shen settle onto a Meditation Cushion in the pavilion. It looked as though he had no intention of going home tonight, and that gave Xu Feng a headache.
As the saying went, don't keep a sixty-year-old overnight, a seventy-year-old for dinner, or an eighty-year-old sitting too long.
Xu Feng didn't know how old Shen Jicheng was, but one look at his white hair told him the man was no longer young.
At his age,
he had spent seven days staying up late with a young man like Xu Feng.
And there was no telling when it would end.
Xu Feng might as well put up another shed, burn paper offerings inside, and send Shen Jicheng on his way.
But Shen Jicheng refused to leave no matter what Xu Feng said, so Xu Feng stopped trying. If he wanted to stay, he could stay.
Tonight, though,
would not be peaceful!
Xu Feng had the [Owl Button], so he could see what was happening outside.
It let him make out sights he rarely saw on ordinary days.
It was around the third watch, and even the night watchmen avoided this road.
Their calls still carried from afar, telling the performers and their audience the time.
Beneath the stage, a thin layer of mist spread across the ground, filling every seat.
Xu Feng didn't know whether the performers onstage had noticed, but everyone in the troupe was visibly tense. They had even lit incense beneath the stage.
Xu Feng didn't know whom the troupe was worshipping.
But amid the curling incense smoke,
they ought to have received some protection.
Not long ago, the troupe leader, a man in his forties, had come over to pay his respects to them all and ask for protection.
From the look of things,