How could this be called a ferry crossing?
It was practically a small, temporarily constructed city, with densely packed buildings, chaotic alleyways, and piled goods everywhere.
Even now, in the dead of night at the Chou hour, it was still brightly lit and bustling with noise.
Laborers and convoys transporting goods were everywhere.
On the sea in the distance, masts stood like a forest, with all sorts of ships moored there.
Li Weiyi relied on his senses, weaving through streets and alleys, searching for Tang Wanzhou as if trying his luck.
He pondered how she might be hiding, whether it was in one of these buildings or on a ship out at sea.
"Qin Zhengyang not only has a profound cultivation but is also extremely cautious, having even refined a puppet."
"There are definitely spies from the Taiyin Cult hidden at the ferry crossing. If anything unusual happens, they will immediately send a signal to notify Qin Zhengyang to retreat."
"After the assassination, how will Tang Wanzhou get away? Hiding back on Dragon Island would make it difficult to stay concealed, and she would surely expose her identity. She will definitely escape by water. But will she go south, or east?"