Pa—
The jade shattered, crystal-clear fragments scattering everywhere.
The red cord binding the jade lay beside it.
Dark eyes turned to the Spiritual Guide, with its water line recalibrated, pointing forward—still towards the bustling urban market.
Yang Chunxue had little remaining yin energy, regretfully stepping back, leaving Lu Li to venture alone into the depths of the market.
As he progressed, the number of pedestrians on the market street dwindled, turning from bustling to sparse, most of the doors of the rundown houses on both sides tightly shut.
The view slowly opened up, houses lined together began to show gaps, built chaotically on this barren land by the river, far from the city.
Lu Li's gaze fell on a yard not far away, where the frame of a discarded car remained, only the iron skeleton left.
This reminded Lu Li of something; the jade glanced at the street sign next to a nearby house in the market.
Flag Street, No. 809
