The night was ferocious, but Tian Ni'er chose to rush toward that ferocious night. When she heard the old vendor ask, she couldn't help but respond, "I'm looking for Temple Street No.123."
She had lost hope, yet she wished so fervently that there was a Temple Street No.123.
It wasn't to prove that Fang Chuyi hadn't lied, but instead, she urgently needed a new hope.
Only by living on was there hope.
The old man fell silent.
Shen Yue's gaze brightened slightly, as he recognized who the old man was—he had a pair of exceptionally discerning eyes; he recognized that it was one of Fang Chuyi's seven brothers, the Divine Traveler Grand Protector.
Wasn't Ye Biluo the eldest of the seven brothers?
Among Fang Chuyi's lies, there was also truth. He sent Tian Ni'er to find Ye Biluo, not as much for himself as for giving Tian Ni'er a refuge.
Before dying, he was trying to find a dependable refuge for Tian Ni'er.
"There is no No.123 on Temple Street," the old man said slowly.