How many years had passed since General Huaiyan had transferred him over to the Luofu? It didn't matter that amount of time must have been a drop in a bucket for the Xianzhou natives. They safeguarded a secret he found all too worthless to protect, and in the eyes of some he was but another Outlander biding his time in the hopes of one day being graced with the knowledge of immortality. And what was all that scurrying going to amount to? The longer he spent on the Xianzhou, the more he realized not much separated him from the long-lived peoples here.ĭespite his uniform, he caught several wary glances in passing. Folks scurried about like chickens with their heads cut off. Yingxing considered people watching to be a waste of time, but it unfortunately served as a good break from work. Here the people chattered and strolled, and kaleidoscopic conversations passed by him. In the quieter streets of the delve, the clattering pots and sound of running water from indoors was the only sign of life at times. The artificial sky here was almost always overcast and the air almost always cool. The Alchemy Commission was a place he had little interest in frequenting, yet he stood at the edge of the market, arms crossed and watching the passers-by.
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