"Senior Brother, it's getting late, so I won't disturb you any longer."
"Mm."
In the alley, after Li Zixuan and Qin Yang exchanged a few simple pleasantries, they parted ways, returning to their own lives.
Qin Yang continued on his way to the market.
As evening approached.
The market was still bustling, filled with the endless sounds of haggling and hawking. The CHOP of cleavers on cutting boards and the smell of fish drifted through the air.
He bought some groceries at the market, then hurried home with Xiaobai, his mind occupied with what had just happened with Li Zixuan.
'First of all, there were too many things that didn't add up. The most critical question was... when did I ever tell that silly disciple of mine to come find me?'
'I must have missed something somewhere.'
Qin Yang pinched the bridge of his nose. He carried the grocery bags upstairs, pulled out his key, and inserted it into the lock, mulling over his recent experiences.
