Pei Ze took out the Demon's Finger, held it in the palm of his right hand, then leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.
The carriage swayed gently, and the rumble of its wheels mingled with the clamor from outside.
This was the time of day when the Outer City truly came alive, its streets bustling with carriages and people.
The cries of street vendors, the laughter of students, the shouts of newsboys—all these sounds mingled together, drifting into the carriage through an open window.
Su Ya glanced at Pei Ze, who was resting with his eyes closed. She moved to shut the window, but he stopped her, his eyes snapping open.
"Turn left," Pei Ze said in a low voice.
The coachman outside answered at once, hastily turning the carriage onto the left-hand street.
Su Ya and Peng Yan froze for a moment before it dawned on them, their eyes brightening with realization.
Peng Yan asked excitedly, "Sir, have you found the cultists?"
Pei Ze narrowed his eyes and nodded.
