"Tofu sticks, tofu pudding, tofu dregs! Tofu skins! Five pennies a bowl, it's free if you don't like it!"
In the lonely alley, a hawker carrying a pole on his shoulder passed by, shouting as he went, his eyes darting around suspiciously. But the houses on both sides all had tightly closed doors with no one paying attention.
About half an hour later, another trader passed by more blatantly, with an expression almost declaring that he had come to spy.
But the small courtyard where Wei Cheng lived remained quiet, only the Immovable Golden Bell shining with a golden light, numerous rune imprints circulating, making it impossible to see the situation inside.
"Is this guy doing it on purpose? It's been five days already and there hasn't been a single movement?"
