It wasn't after making a full circle around the entirety of the inn that Yuan Xuelan found someone who gave him any legitimate information.
"Saw the young master head out not long ago," he said, "Where he might be going in the damned storm is beyond me."
Yuan Xuelan nodded and said his thanks. He grimaced when peeking outside the door. The rain roared, coming down relentlessly.
But the wind wasn't as terrible as the other night and Yuan Xuelan spotted some people still milling about with waxed paper umbrellas to go about their chores. It inspired him to join them and search a bit for the Ivory Sword Saint. It was nice to see Sumeng's face after all, even if this wasn't a version that returned his affections.
Yuan Xuelan wondered if this would count as cheating.
Surely not, right?
After purchasing an umbrella of his own, Yuan Xuelan set out into the rain, searching for the man known as Chen Anyue's husband.
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