Just as Su Jiu had said, traces of maple leaves were almost everywhere.
The hems of the passersby to their left, the Storage Bags of those to their right, and the cloth covering the stall ahead all bore maple-leaf emblems. Although the prints were inconspicuously placed, careful observation always revealed a few traces.
Qi Song could not help marveling, "It really is like that..."
Li Ran gave Su Jiu a thoughtful look. He kept feeling that her earlier remark had carried a deeper meaning-or rather, that the words "Red Maple Immortal Lord" had held a hint of mockery.
So what was Su Jiu thinking now? Li Ran found that question difficult to answer.
Soon, however, he could no longer spare any thought for what was on her mind...
People always said that wherever there were people, there were disputes; wherever there were people, there was trouble.
When large groups ran past the three of them, all streaming toward the same place, Su Jiu sensed that something was happening.
Even some stallholders stopped doing business, packed up their stalls, and ran in that particular direction.
The crowd was dense. After some consideration, Su Jiu decided not to stop anyone to ask what had happened up ahead.
She had seen another cultivator, likewise an outsider, ask without receiving so much as a response. Some of the ruder, more impatient people had even shoved him aside or knocked him to the ground.
Naturally, the man was angry at being treated with such contempt, but his anger did not last long. He stood there with his face flushed, his breathing visibly growing heavier. In the end, however, something seemed to occur to him. He drew a deep breath and unclenched his fists. After calming his anger, he chose to follow the crowd and see