The next day.
Lu Sheng watered the garden, locked her room and the courtyard's door, placed Lu Jiang and Lu Xin under the care of a neighbor, then went to town.
The bowls and pans in her kitchen were a bit worn-out; their bottom had almost become visible. She had to purchase some new ones.
The moment she stepped into town, a strong air of yin hit her face.
Lu Sheng frowned. "Why would such a strong air of yin flow in the afternoon?"
A sufficient amount of yang energy could restrain the yin energy, unless there were too many grievous souls.
"Lady, what did you say?"
The old woman who followed her in an ox cart heard her muttering, so she had asked the question.
Lu Sheng shook her head. "Nothing."
At the entrance of the South City, there was the Deng mansion. When Lu Sheng passed by the mansion, she stopped in her tracks.
She realized that the strong yin energy was coming out from the tightly-shut mansion.
