For all this time, Qin Xiao had been like a tireless bird, constantly darting back and forth through the avenues and alleys of this quiet town.
His footprints had covered nearly every corner of the town, whether it was the winding depths of the narrow alleys or the bustling, clamorous streets of the market.
Every inch of land seemed to whisper stories of the past to him, while he listened intently to this silent outpouring, leaving the shallow and deep marks of his own exploration upon it.
Chapter 1785