Chen Ji tightly gripped the Whale Blade.
The vast swathes of wind and snow were swept into Shaojiu Alley, with a gust of wind carrying snowflakes past him, making his clothes flutter noisily.
Xiao Man had finally been generous enough to take out twenty taels of silver to buy wine and meat, planning with Brother Pao to have a good drink at noon, only for it all to suddenly disappear.
Xiao Man walked over to Chen Ji holding a letter, his mouth opened and closed as he said something, but Chen Ji heard nothing.
He turned his head to look, and in Shaojiu Alley, a series of black-brown footprints stood out in the snow, fleeing all the way to the street by Jade River outside the alley. As the heavy snow fluttered down, it quickly covered the prints with a layer of white frost, threatening to bury them.
"Wait for me at home."
Chen Ji followed the footprints all the way out, his eyes scanning the snow.
