Qin Liuxi and Teng Zhao left Xinghua Town and didn't rush back. Instead, they took the official road to the next town. Without a carriage, she had to use the magic of traveling a thousand miles a day. Arriving at the next town, she calculated the time secretly and found that Xinghua Town was quite remote, taking two or three hours to reach from this town.
She then grabbed two passersby and asked if they knew Xinghua Town.
"Xinghua Town, is there such a town?" One of them recalled carefully.
"Seems like there is," the other thought for a moment and said, "I seem to have heard someone mention it, but I don't know how to get there."
After thanking them, the two walked away, and a voice said, "Xinghua Town doesn't exist; Xinghua Village does, but it's all gone, burned down."
Teng Zhao turned around and saw an old beggar with a wooden stick and a broken bowl. He took a piece of broken silver from the wallet at his waist and put it into the bowl.
