"This formula is called [Tibetan Incense]." Xie Chuantang looked at him. "I've been visiting the Divine Capital's great Buddhist temples lately... this is used for offerings to the Buddha."
"..."
Pei Ye understood what she meant in an instant.
That black carriage painted with Buddhist imagery that had appeared in the alley-a tenuous lead that could not even fill half a page of a case file. Perhaps many people had already forgotten it, but she had kept it engraved in her mind.
Xie Chuantang's cold, bright eyes watched him as she said softly, "He Changge said that when they sent messages to this noble person before, they always delivered them to the Phantom Tower."
Pei Ye slowly nodded.
As dusk approached, Pei Ye had already washed and groomed himself and changed his clothes.
He very carefully brought everything he could, including his cat and the Jade Tiger. At this hour, Yang Zhenbing was eating dinner at the stone table, while Yan Feiqing was still sitting in the reclining chair with a book raised before him, except that the chair now had a leather cover over it.
"A person's aura takes fifteen days to disperse," Yan Feiqing had said coolly that day. "What date is it today?"
Pei Ye had nothing to say to such an affected man. He could only discuss with Yang Zhenbing in private whether Yan Feiqing had never taken a shit, pissed, or picked his nose since childhood.
Cui Zhaoye arrived almost an hour ahead of their agreed time, and Changsun Jue was not there today, either. Pei Ye lifted the curtain and climbed aboard. The carriage's interior was immaculately arranged, with a stack of Sword Manuals lying flat on the table and delicate incense burning beside them. Cui Zhaoye sat opposite with graceful composure.