Jian Ran seemed to have grown used to having Lu Yanting beside him on every occasion.
When they first met, he admitted his motives had been impure. To earn a little more money, he had kept the man tied to within a few steps of him so he could demonstrate his professional skills at any time.
But things were different now.
If he and Lu Yanting did not go everywhere together, Jian Ran felt out of sorts.
Habit really was a terrifying thing.
He thought this in exasperation as he stepped out of the Guesthouse.
White mist shrouded Southern City at night, leaving only the palace's vague outline visible. The long street seemed asleep, with only the shops on either side speaking of its former glory.
Compass in hand, Jian Ran walked along the street's flagstone paving with Lu Yanting beside him. As the white mist gradually dispersed, he actually had the illusion that he had traveled a thousand years back in time to an ancient city.
"Jian Ran, you-" Lu Yanting seemed to sense something amiss and called softly to him.
But Jian Ran suddenly tightened his grip on his wrist. "Shh-don't talk. Let me take you on an archaeological expedition."
Another Resentment Domain (a recap: an area woven from an evil spirit's resentment after death; probing it through nontechnological means allows one to see the scenes left behind).
Could this be why Old Master Lu hadn't told me outright, instead using the film shoot as a chance to let me experience it for myself?
Just as the thought crossed his mind, the scene around them abruptly changed. The sleeping ancient city seemed to come alive in an instant, brilliantly lit and bursting with color.
Bustling crowds and noisy peddlers filled the long street, while an endless stream of