After seeing a patient in Mazi Lane, An Jing prepared to return to Jishi Hall when he felt a slight tremor in his sleeve.
Inside his sleeve was a palm-sized paper figure with a streak of bright red on its chest. At that moment, its hands seemed to be drawn by some force, clapping open and shut as if applauding.
"Jiang Sanjia!?"
With a lift of his eyebrow An Jing muttered to himself.
This was the paper figure Jiang Sanjia had given him, said to contain a drop of his essence blood—extremely precious. An Jing initially didn't want to accept the paper figure because he was unsure whether this essence blood was separated...
"That old fellow has gone into hiding now, so he probably wouldn't be seeking me out unless it was for something important."
With this thought, An Jing casually glanced behind him and walked discreetly further into the alley.
