After feeding his Gu, Chen Qing took his sword and went out. At a restaurant near the courtyard where the merchant caravan staying south had lodged, he ordered a table full of good dishes, eating while occasionally glancing over.
He observed no unusual movements.
Only the pack rats seemed completely untired, as if the goods they were transporting weren't very heavy.
Could they be transporting Gu?
No, if it were Gu, they should be carrying them personally.
The head of the caravan, upon closer inspection, appeared just to be a middle-aged man around forty and didn't seem like someone who frequently traveled far and wide.
Although he was extremely courteous, it came off as somewhat contrived.
Somewhat deliberate.
Was this the method of the Immortal Servant?
It was all too easily deciphered.
Chen Qing had considered traveling to the south alone, but being alone risked exposure; traveling with the caravan could avoid a lot of trouble.
