Not far from the Temple Fair, there was an inn with a window on the third floor left wide open. Mu Fan stood by the window, apparently admiring the splendid night view of Liyang City. However, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed and a hint of confusion flickered in his refined eyes.
Just a moment ago, he had extended his spiritual sense and had scanned the entire Duke of Zhen's Mansion, only to find that every brick and tile, pavilions and towers, felt eerily familiar, as if he had been there before.
Why had he been having this feeling ever since he left the mountain for self-cultivation and practice?
Where could Qing Yuan be if he isn't in the mansion?
"Mu Fan."
Baoya jumped onto the windowsill and poked her little head out to look at the bustling street below, "The Temple Fair looks lively. Let's go to the Fair."
"I want to go play too."