Zheng Fan departed, following Lord Jingnan.
On the newly constructed section of Shengle City's walls, the Blind Man, Siniang, and Xue Three stood side-by-side, watching the two figures gradually recede into the distance.
Fan Li, scratching his head, couldn't fathom what they found so captivating from atop the wall and resumed hauling bricks below.
The Blind Man, fiddling with what seemed like an endless supply of oranges, peeled one and said, "Why didn't he take you along, San'er?"
Xue Three responded, "I'd very much like to know that myself."
Then, Xue Three turned to Siniang. "Siniang, your man has run off with another man."
Siniang shook her head and sighed. "I can't beat him."
The mood unconsciously began to shift.
The Blind Man stepped in to steer the conversation back on course, saying, "But one thing is certain: at least with our lord by Lord Jingnan's side, he should be safe."
