The Holy Maiden said that the silver dollar bearing Wang Tong's aura should have arrived four days earlier. Even when deliveries had been delayed in the past, they had never been more than three days late.
Divine Path Heaven's explanation was that, with the New Year approaching, passenger transport had become inconvenient, so the disciple carrying the silver dollar had been unable to return in time. They asked the Holy Maiden to be understanding.
But that excuse would hardly fool a child!
With Divine Path Heaven's influence in Southern Heaven, never mind the New Year-even if the sky fell, anything due for delivery would surely arrive on time.
But Qidao Mountain was to reveal itself to the world tomorrow, and Cui Jiuyang already had his hands full. He had no time at all to investigate Wang Tong's disappearance.
Besides, even if he had time, Wang Tong traveled everywhere earning silver dollars and had no fixed whereabouts. Finding him quickly would be difficult.
Cui Jiuyang could only perform a divination. After all, he had met Wang Tong before, and even kept a piece of flint Wang Tong had used, which was sufficient as a token for divination.
After some calculation, he concluded that Wang Tong was currently quite safe.
However, he seemed to have slipped free of Divine Path Heaven's control.
Moreover, the divination indicated that he had chosen to do so himself.
Divine Path Heaven had always held his younger sister hostage to keep him firmly under its thumb. Had he actually found the courage to break free of his own accord?
Try as he might, Cui Jiuyang could not understand it or guess what Wang Tong intended to do.
Still, although their conversation aboard the ship had been brief, Wang Tong had left quite a deep impression on him.