The next day, Zeng Mu and Yenaier teamed up to gather information about Ying Zheng in the border city while also asking after the young woman whom Zhou Xiao Jia, the young master of the Zhou Family, had harassed.
Perhaps because they had grown accustomed to life in the military camp, neither of them had a habit of eating breakfast.
For Yenaier, a little dry food whenever she grew hungry was enough. For Zeng Mu, it was simply a bad habit.
Now that he possessed Elemental Power, he did not get hungry over short periods anyway. He merely craved the taste of food.
"Want to get something to eat and relax a little?" Less than an hour later, Zeng Mu asked Yenaier, whose face looked somewhat flushed.
The weather was fairly cool that day, yet for some reason, he could make out beads of sweat beneath her veil. Her cheeks were red, as though she were in the middle of a fierce battle.
"All right," she replied.
They went to a steamed bun shop and ordered a serving of its signature Chunji beef buns and a serving of Zhaoxi red bean paste buns, along with a bowl of mung bean soup, a cup of soy milk, and a plate of pickles.
As they ate, two particularly distinctive voices reached them amid the noisy chatter outside. They paid closer attention and listened:
"Well? Had yourself a good time, did you? It's barely morning, and one look at that deathly pale face tells me you snuck into the Spring Peach House behind my back last night."
The speaker was in his thirties, wearing dark gray cloth clothes, cloth shoes, and a patched, four-panel cloth cap. His features were neither rugged nor handsome. He was so ordinary-looking that he would disappear into any