When Things Are Abnormal, There Must Be Something Sinister Afoot

Duan Rong had already learned what he wanted to know. After exchanging a few more idle remarks with the scholar, he prepared to leave.

Seeing that Duan Rong was leaving, Scholar Zhao asked in astonishment, "You're leaving?! You came all this way, and you're not setting up your stall?!"

Duan Rong said, "The sky looks a little overcast, so I won't. I'm going to wander around South City."

"A little overcast?!" Scholar Zhao looked up at the sky. A few clouds were indeed drifting overhead, blocking the sun, but he felt that this neither-hot-nor-cold weather was exactly the best time to set up a stall.

Scholar Zhao gave Duan Rong a strange look and sighed. "You really do live freely!"

Duan Rong deliberately waved him off with the greasy manner of a worldly merchant and was about to leave. But as he looked at Scholar Zhao's bitter expression and the stacks of picture books on his stall that had already yellowed and grown old, an idea suddenly struck him. Before leaving, he sent a thread of Law of Power into the ground beside Scholar Zhao's stall.

The scholar had helped him, after all, and after getting to know him, Duan Rong found the man quite interesting. So he decided to lend him a hand.

The scholar stared blankly at Duan Rong's departing back. He felt that Old Ginger was nothing like those Fortune Tellers of the martial world. He had never seen him cheat or swindle anyone, and he only set up his stall once every ten days or half a month. He was so lazy he could practically grow maggots.

After watching Duan Rong for a while, the scholar withdrew his gaze. Just as he was about to continue tidying his stall, his eyes suddenly twitched, and he turned