When I had free time, I often recalled Chuyi.

Although I had known him for a while, in my head, his impression was really vague.

We had not seen each other for a long time. Even if we had chances to meet, he always left us quickly like a lone knight.

He gave me the feeling that he was living in another world.

For example, he had never smoked nor drunk liquor.

Furthermore, he didn’t have a single friend; there was only a little Daoist ghost keeping him company.

The more mysterious he was, the more I was interested in him. I wanted to find an opportunity to see what kind of person he was.

And that chance came to me quickly.

Thus far, it was going to be the only case in my career as an otherworldly merchant where I would be working without Li Mazi.

The relationship between Li Mazi and the young widow grew fast. A month...