Xiao He stood between Song Yan and Wu Dou, listening to his tearful complaints. She sighed and patted his shoulder with an air of affected solemnity.
"You really have had it rough."
Song Yan wondered which junior sister was looking for him so urgently.
He felt somewhat frustrated, too. If he met her, he would have to give this junior sister a proper talking-to. How had she managed to send the whole city into such turmoil?
After listening to Wu Dou's account, he pondered briefly before asking, "Did that female cultivator say where she was going? Or mention any place names in conversation?"
If she had mentioned a place, it would most likely be a sect or a market ward, somewhere cultivators gathered.
A sect would help establish whether this junior sister really was a fellow disciple. If it was the Sheyang Sect, she might even be Sheng Yun.
A market ward would be even better. Song Yan happened to want somewhere to sell some of the miscellaneous belongings and spiritual items he had on hand.
He could also make some preparations for Foundation Establishment while he was at it.
Previously, he simply had not been very familiar with Lin Province and Fengan City. After all, this area fell under the jurisdiction of Hanging Sword Mountain and the Sheyang Sect.
Wu Dou wiped the snot and tears from his face. After thinking for a while, he said, "That fairy seemed to mention something before leaving... something called Forget-Worry Market Ward."
Song Yan's eyes lit up.
He was a stranger here and had not even been able to find a gathering place for cultivators. At last, he had a lead.
"Do you know of any place nearby called 'Forget-Worry'?"
Wu Dou froze, but answered honestly, "I've never been there myself, but