Watching their backs fade into the distance, the stall owner shook his head. "Strange little fellow," he muttered. "I have a feeling we'll meet again..."
At the same time, his middle-aged appearance rapidly aged. In just a few seconds, a weathered face, etched with the wrinkles of countless years, emerged. The next moment, without anyone noticing, the old man and his stall vanished completely, as if they had evaporated into thin air.
...
"Yuelai Guest House."
Standing before a massive building about twenty stories tall, Mu Chen smiled at the sign flickering with the light of Primordial Power. "This must be the place," he said with a laugh. "Looks like that stall owner didn't lie to us. The place is actually quite nice."
Chu Aoqing hummed in agreement and murmured, "Was it my imagination?"
Mu Chen heard her and asked, puzzled, "Aoqing, what's wrong?"
Chu Aoqing faltered for a moment. "Ah," she said. "It's nothing. I was just thinking about something. Let's go inside."
