At dawn two days later, as the sky began to brighten, Jing Wen slowly opened his eyes and emerged from meditation.
The room remained silent, save for the occasional birdsong outside the window.
"He still hasn't come..." Jing Wen frowned slightly, tapping his fingertips against the edge of the bed.
He had deliberately left traces of his aura near the inn. For a broker like Wang Ziling, who made his living guiding people around, finding someone should have been child's play.
Jing Wen rose and pushed open the window. The morning breeze swept toward him, carrying the Market's distinctive bustle of everyday life.
He narrowed his eyes and gazed into the distance, wondering, Could my calculations have been wrong?
On second thought, Jing Wen rejected that idea. No, the problem must lie with Wang Ziling himself.
Ah, what a mediocrity. It seems I'll have to take the initiative!
With that thought, Jing Wen immediately left the inn.
The Market's eastern gate was precisely where he had parted ways with Wang Ziling that day.
Feigning casual indifference, Jing Wen sat down at a tea stall, ordered a pot of plain tea, and sipped it slowly.
After three rounds of tea, a familiar figure finally appeared in the distance.
"Fellow Daoist! I finally found you!" Wang Ziling ran over, panting, beads of sweat still clinging to his forehead.
Jing Wen feigned surprise. "Fellow Daoist Wang? Did you need something?"
Wang Ziling wiped away his sweat. "Miss Xin has been looking for you these past two days. She's practically turned the whole Market upside down!"
"Oh?" Jing Wen displayed just the right amount of confusion. "What does Miss Xin want with me?"
"Well..." Wang Ziling scratched his head. "I don't know either. But judging by how anxious she looked, it must be something