Chapter 62: Slash Youth? Rules of the City

He recognized the man.

"What's wrong?"

Startled by his sudden outburst, Qing completely forgot about the Name Slip and hurriedly asked.

"The ticket office this morning." Pointing at the Inn's staircase, Iron Mouth Hao sounded incredulous. "The guy who issued our tickets—I think it was him!"

"Tickets? No way!"

Hearing him claim that the young man with such exquisite craftsmanship was the same ticket seller from this morning, Qing's first reaction was that her boss must be exhausted and hallucinating. The man's repair techniques were far too seasoned—more so than any master craftsman she had ever seen. With skills like that, making a living these days would be a breeze. There was absolutely no need to juggle multiple jobs.

"It really is him. I remember his Hanfu very clearly. I absolutely couldn't be wrong!" Shaking his head, Iron Mouth Hao was absolutely certain he wasn't mistaken. But precisely because of this, recognizing the man only made him feel more bewildered.