Just as the little flame was at a loss over what to do, something suddenly stirred in his mind. He sensed someone approaching.
His spiritual perception was still sharp. He was a Primordial Spirit, after all.
The little flame darted into a rooftop drain and secretly watched the newcomers.
A young man walked ahead with a languid smile, followed by a middle-aged man with a stern, solemn expression.
The weather was still quite hot, and many passersby were wearing short sleeves, yet these two were rather strange. The young man wore a Tang suit, while the middle-aged man wore a black business suit-if passersby familiar with these two styles saw them, most would probably think they would look more appropriate if they swapped clothes.
Yan Qianlie could not see that, however. He merely thought both men had a certain presence, especially since... both showed some fluctuations of mental energy. Were they cultivators of this world?
The young man in the Tang suit walked to the railing, leaned on it, and gazed out over the city. "So many people have come to grief in Nanjiang, yet you still came running here. You really are nuts."
The middle-aged man in the black suit stood beside him with a grave expression, looking down over the city alongside him. Only after watching for quite a while did he slowly say, "You spend all day idling around Nanjiang, Zhong Yi. Don't tell me you're only here for fun."
Had Chu Ge been there, he would have recognized the young man in the Tang suit as none other than Zhong Yi.
At those words, Zhong Yi smiled faintly. "You and I are different, after all."
The middle-aged man in the black suit sneered. "How are we different? Aren't you staying here digging for clues because you