Morning arrived quietly.
The Floating Town had not changed much since the previous night. Lanterns still drifted above the streets, merchants still called out from their stalls, and ghosts continued imitating life with unsettling perfection.
Wei Li Feng stood once more at the crossroads where the Thousand Butterflies Tracking Spell had lost its direction.
Three roads stretched ahead with three destinations and three possibilities.
Se Hua stood beside him, tilting her head from one path to another before finally giving up.
"Master, which one are we taking?"
Wei Li Feng studied the roads for a moment before saying casually,
"The middle one."
Se Hua blinked.
"Just like that?"
"Mnn."
She looked even more confused.
"Why?"
Wei Li Feng folded his sleeves behind his back and stepped forward, looking nonchalant.
"Because we know nothing about any of them."
Se Hua hurried after him.
"...And that's exactly why I don't understand."
