Song Ciwan slipped past the soldiers of the City Patrol Department. She existed in the Otherworld; no one could see her, and no one knew she had ever been there.
It was just as the Poetry Immortal wrote: "Once the deed is done, I brush the dust from my clothes and depart, concealing all trace of my presence and my name."
'Who could possibly understand this kind of carefree, uninhibited joy?'
All sorts of formless energies still drifted through the city. Song Ciwan was like a diligent worker, chipping away here and there, her main goal to collect as much as she could to fill the Heaven and Earth Scale.
'Of course, the Heaven and Earth Scale could never truly be filled. I have a whole pile of things to trade, but only four trades left for the day. I need to plan them out and not be rash.'
And so, in her unhurried fashion, she immediately used two of her trades.
