After leaving Bailian Forest with Xue Qitian, Li Dai had no idea that a group of mysterious figures in black robes was searching everywhere for her Wangcai.
At that moment, she was holding the Little Milk Dog and staring with fascination at the various shops, street performers, roadside stalls, and crowds on both sides of the street. Well, her curiosity couldn't really be blamed—as a modern person experiencing an ancient street for the very first time, it was hard not to find everything fresh and novel.
Even the original owner's memories held no such experiences. The poor original owner had lived to this age without ever once strolling down a market street. Compared to that, she was much luckier.
Chapter 45