Li Banfeng walked along the bluestone path into the alley. Deep within, in a residence, lay the nest of the Chase the Light Group's Boundless Camp.
This alley wasn't flat ground but a steep slope, a flight of stairs leading upward that ordinary people found quite strenuous to climb.
In Bridge Yesong, such sloped roads were common. Coachmen could be seen at almost every alley entrance—in fact, there were more coachmen than rickshaw pullers. A local saying often on their lips was: "Lift the sedan chair thrice, and fortune will roll your way."
A coachman stepped forward and asked, "Ride in the sedan?"
Li Banfeng shook his head slightly.
The coachman frowned. "Are you riding or not? Just say it. What, you look down on people?"
Li Banfeng glanced at the coachman and replied with a smile, "No ride."
The coachman was about to persist when Li Banfeng's eyes flashed coldly.
Seeing this, the coachman asked no more and lowered his head to solicit business elsewhere.
