At dawn, before the ox cart carrying nocturnal fragrance arrived, Wang Chen left his home.
He first headed to a breakfast stall to fill his stomach, then strolled through the marketplace.
If he saw anything he needed or liked, he would haggle with the stall owner, and if the price was right, he would make a purchase.
But most of the time, Wang Chen returned empty-handed.
Leaving the marketplace, his next stop was the teahouse.
Ordering a pot of Spiritual Tea that could be brewed three times, along with a plate of dried fruit or pastries, he would sit until noon.
He heard all kinds of rumors about the outside world, like those concerning Guiyuan Gate and Five Peaks Mountain, right there.
No matter how much truth there was to these pieces of news and rumors, at least he wasn't oblivious to the world around him.
After heading home at noon, Wang Chen seldom went out again.
He spent most of his time cultivating.
The next morning he would go out again.
