Meng Qi carried an oiled paper umbrella as if he was wandering in the rain. He ambled on the prosperous street. Itinerant peddler, the stands and ordinary pedestrians were like ocean waves, either fluctuating or staying tranquil.
A generally accepted fact was that Luoyang housed numerous masters. Thus, Meng Qi did not felt anything unusual earlier. He felt differently after hearing Yuan Lihuo saying that the news of the Ninth Heaven remnants had been secretly spreading in Luoyang. There seemed to be lots of masters concealed in the crowds. Those who came and left in a hurry looked quite serious as if something was about to happen under this peaceful scene.
