For several days after Bei Chen's death, Yang Qing had not seen Jiang Zhizhou again.
Although only a single wall separated them.
Yang Qing had remained bitterly angry that Jiang Zhizhou had taken Bei Chen's life over a mere disagreement, and this left Jiang Zhizhou deeply troubled.
After a few days of this, Jiang Zhizhou left without saying goodbye.
"Young master, that Young Master Jiang actually went off on his own and left you alone in such a dangerous place. How utterly detestable!"
After bringing Yang Qing the news, Bu Er bristled with anger and wanted to confront Jiang Zhizhou for an explanation.
Yang Qing stopped him. "There's no need for that. Everyone has their own aspirations. Let him go."
"But..." Bu Er wanted to say more, but Yang Qing cut him off again. "If he wants to leave, let him. More importantly, have you taken a close look around Fan City these past few days?"
At Yang Qing's question, Bu Er immediately grew serious. "There's something strange about Fan City."
Yang Qing raised his brows. "Tell me, then. What's strange about it?"
Bu Er cleared his throat. "Most of the people wandering the streets of Fan City all day are the elderly, children, and women. It looks bustling, but it's actually rather desolate."
There seemed to be nothing wrong with having so many elderly people, women, and children about, but a little thought inevitably raised the question: where was everyone else?
Yang Qing fell silent for a while before asking again, "What else?"
Since those young and able-bodied people were nowhere to be seen, there had to be somewhere that could accommodate them.
"The people of Fan City are deeply devoted to the Water God. There are at least ten Water God Temples in the city," Bu Er said.