Only after the Squirrel Spirit had left did Wen Ning sit down behind the counter. He thought for a moment, then asked a question.
"Lu Ming, how could a living person carry so much resentment?"
Lu Ming was cleaning the floor and didn't even look up.
"There's only one possibility. He must have picked up something himself."
Wen Ning nodded without answering.
He had seen plenty of people carrying resentment. They had either been haunted by something evil or picked it up somewhere unclean. Those were probably the only possibilities, but the situation with that man didn't feel like either.
Feng Dema stood nearby, looking from Wen Ning to Lu Ming, until he couldn't take it anymore.
"What are you two being so cryptic about? One says he picked up something, and the other doesn't know what it is. Instead of wracking your brains like this, why not follow him and take a look? Didn't you memorize his aura when he left? Just go after him."
Lu Ming and Wen Ning both turned to look at him.
Wen Ning set down his cup.
"You're right."
Lu Ming put down his cleaning rag too.
"Let's go, then."
Wen Ning stood up and closed his eyes briefly, recalling the aura of the man who had just left.
Once he had fixed that scent in his mind, he opened his eyes.
"Let's go."
The three of them left the shop.
Wen Ning channeled magical power beneath his feet and rose into the air with Lu Ming and Feng Dema. The rooftops of the Mortal Realm grew smaller beneath them as the wind rushed past their ears.
It was Feng Dema's first time flying with Wen Ning carrying him. He clutched Wen Ning's arm with both hands, his eyes wide.
"Slow down, bro!"
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