Hui Zi Ji was very small, and it only had one short, narrow street.
After going around the marketplace once, and having greeted the neighbors, Zheng Qing returned to San You Bookstore in just over half an hour.
"This street is really short," Zheng Qing sighed. "As a kid, why did I feel like this street was so long, running around as if it never ended?"
"Long and short, big and small, it's all relative," Deng Xiaoxian said thoughtfully. "Also, most wizards as children have sharper spirit senses than adults, and can see through the fog to what's truly behind it more clearly."
"Fog? Reality?" Zheng Qing's interest was piqued. "Is there a story behind this street?"
As he spoke, he looked around, his gaze sliding over those ancient signboards.
Deng Xiaoxian didn't directly answer his question but hinted, "What do you think Hui Zi Ji resembles?"
"Like the character for 'hui'." Zheng Qing replied with an answer akin to a cold joke.
Deng Xiaoxian's face immediately fell.
