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官道上，车马喧嚣，商队忙碌。人群denselikeathicklayeroffog,difficulttoseemorethanafewfeetinfrontofyou.Thesoundofmerchantshawkingtheirwaresandtheclip-clopofhorses‘hoovesonthedustyroadfilledtheair.
Twofiguresstoodoutamidstthechaos.Apairoffasthorses,theircoatsgleaminginthesunlight,cametoastopatthesideoftheroad.Leaohé,hisfacetwistedinfrustration,gazedoutatthesurroundinglandscapewithascowl.“Thatcursedmangyhorse,it‘sfastindeed!Oneblinkofaneyeandit‘sgone!“hespat.
Hisgazelingeredonthespotwherethehorsehadvanished,hisjawclenchedinanger.Hemutteredunderhisbreath,“Youhavespirit,youthinkyoucanoutrunme?Well,let‘sseehowyoufareagainstsomeonewithactualskill!“
Meanwhile,Wèngyuánstoodataslightdistanceaway,hereyesnarrowedincontemplation.Shewatchedthecommotionwithinterest,herbrowfurrowedinthought.WhenLeaohé‘soutburstreachedherears,shedidn‘trespond,simplyraisedaneyebrowandturnedtoleave.
Withoutmakinganyefforttopursuethefleeinghorse,Wèngyuánvanishedintothecrowdlikeaghost,leavingLeaohéseethingwithfrustration.Hestompedhisfoot,causingthegroundbeneathhimtotremble.“What‘stheretochase?Can‘tevenkeepup!Youthinkyoucanjustmockmeandrunoff?“
Ashestoodthere,fuming,Wèngyuánappearedbesidehim,ahintofamusementdancinginhereyes.Shewhispered,“Itwasn‘tmewhoranaway.“
Leaohéspunaround,hisfaceredwithanger.“Whatareyouinsinuating?ThatI‘mtooslowtocatchup?“hegrowled,hisfistsclenchedathissides.
Wèngyuánshookherhead,agentlesmileonherlips.“No,it‘snotthatatall.“Shepausedforamomentbeforecontinuing,“It‘sjustthatthehorsewasn‘tthefastestonehere.Therealspeedsterwas...thatmanoverthere.“
Leaohéfollowedhergaze,andhiseyeslandedonamysteriousfigurestandingbyanearbystall,carefullyobservingthescenewithanairofdetachment.
“Whatareyoutalkingabout?“LeaohéaskedWèngyuán,histonestilllacedwithskepticism.“Who‘sthatguy?“
Wèngyuángestureddiscreetlytowardsthestranger,hervoicebarelyaboveawhisper.“Theonestandingbythefoodstall.Watchhimclosely.“
Leaohéturnedtogazeatthefigureoncemore,thistimenoticingthepeculiaraurasurroundinghim.Hecouldn‘tquiteputhisfingeronit,butsomethingabouttheman‘sdemeanorseemed...off.
Withoutwarning,Wèngyuánvanishedintothecrowdonceagain,leavingLeaohéstandingalone,lostinthought.Thesoundofthemerchanthawkinghiswaresstillechoedinhisears,buthenolongerfeltlikechasingafteranythingoranyone.