With that, his figure abruptly dissipated on the spot like a cloud of mist.
Watching Mister Da's figure fade away, then recalling his days practicing swordsmanship with Recluse Sansan, Xu Taiping murmured:
"I still feel that this Mister Da is somewhat different from the Master I knew."
Not long after Mister Da left, Xu Taiping, who had been quietly stabilizing his Qi and Blood and True Essence, suddenly sensed that the Bronze Ring's Spiritual Power had recovered.
Without hesitation, he snapped his fingers and said:
"Speed up."
Almost at the very instant he snapped his fingers, the scenery around him began shifting incessantly like a revolving lantern.
In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.
Although time now flowed faster, every memory pertaining to those days entered Xu Taiping's mind without the slightest omission.
Over those ten days, the number of people who came to spit on him dwindled noticeably with each passing day.
By the end, even the pedestrians on the street began to ignore his existence.
The only thing that remained unchanged was that, almost every night, the girl would come late at night to bring Qi Zhou food.
From the girl's few indistinct, fragmented words, along with the idle chatter he overheard in the surrounding teahouses and taverns, Xu Taiping finally learned that she had originally been a resident of a small village to the west called Yangliugou.
About three years earlier, a severe drought in Yangliugou had left its several hundred villagers without a harvest.
Later, the Hong Household of Buddha-Slaying Town had employed certain means to sell those several hundred villagers into the town.
Most of the men had been sent to nearby mines, while the women and children had been resold to traffickers in town who dealt in the flesh trade.
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