A moment later, two men approached him, and one of them said, "Dad, we've come to pick you up..."

Meanwhile, Rong Jiaojiao had already walked out of the train station with the flow of people.

The bustling city is immediately apparent, with trams running on wide roads, shops lining both sides of the streets, and pedestrians dressed in fashionable clothes coming and going.

She took a deep breath, feeling the vibrancy of the city.

According to the address given by her master, she needed to go to the Pujiang Avenue Supervision Group to report to her senior uncle.

Just as she was about to leave, her divine sense suddenly caught a slightly familiar voice.

She turned to look at the exit behind her and saw three men with shifty eyes escorting a woman out of the train station.

Rong Jiaojiao recognized the woman; she was the same woman on the train who had been hiding from the ticket inspector while holding a child. She was still holding the child in her arms.

But at this moment, she no longer showed any sign of timidity or pitifulness; her eyes gleamed with shrewdness.

As he passed by Rong Jiaojiao, he glanced at her.

Rong Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes: "Interesting."

She found it interesting and listened, wanting to know what these people did.

After listening to their conversation for a while, Rong Jiaojiao understood that they were a train theft gang. The men were responsible for stealing the money, and the women were responsible for smuggling the money out of the train.

"Since we've encountered this, we can't just ignore it. Let's consider this another good deed we do today." Rong Jiaojiao's lips curled up slightly, and with a flick of her finger, an invisible spiritual force quietly emerged.

The pickpocket carrying the bag suddenly slipped and fell forward.

The bag in his hand flew out, leaving several large holes, and the banknotes and receipts inside were scattered all over the ground.

Even more coincidentally, two patrolling police officers happened to be passing by.

"Stop! What's going on here?" the police officer shouted sternly.

The pickpockets' expressions changed drastically, and they all turned to run away.

Rong Jiaojiao secretly made a hand seal, and the belts of the three of them broke at the same time, causing their pants to fall down to their ankles, which made the surrounding crowd burst into laughter.

Police quickly subdued the three men and found more than a dozen wallets on them.

The woman, sensing something was wrong, tried to slip away, but was grabbed by an older woman: "This person was just chatting and laughing with those people; he must be with them."

The surrounding crowd immediately surrounded the person...

Seeing the farce come to an end, Rong Jiaojiao nodded in satisfaction and turned to blend into the bustling crowd.

Unbeknownst to her, a handsome young man was watching everything from the window on the second floor of the train station.

The man pushed up his glasses and smiled at the person next to him, saying, "An interesting little girl."

"Young Master, shall I go and investigate?"

The man waved his hand: "No need!"

After leaving the train station, Rong Jiaojiao didn't look for a car. After asking for directions, she walked briskly in the direction pointed out by passersby.

She wasn't worried about being given the wrong directions; she could just find a place to rest for the night and go find her senior uncle the next day.

The streets of Haishi are much wider than those of Taiyuan County. Pedestrians on the road are dressed smartly, and occasionally you can see a few fashionable young women walking down the road in high heels, looking radiant.

Rong Jiaojiao found it fascinating, but didn't linger, walking past as if she were just a tourist.

However, just after turning a corner, her senses suddenly detected something unusual—someone was following her!

She kept walking, but her divine sense quietly spread out and quickly locked onto a figure not far behind her—a young man in his early twenties wearing a black uniform.

He walks in a way that looks like a normal person, but in reality, his feet don't touch the ground at all.

"Isn't this the uniform of the Xuanmen Group? Why are they following me?"

Rong Jiaojiao pondered to herself, wondering why this person was following her, so she turned into a less crowded alley.

Sure enough, the man followed them in; he was a young man who looked to be around twenty years old.

The young man clearly knew that Rong Jiaojiao was waiting for him. Seeing Rong Jiaojiao looking at him with a puzzled expression, he gave her a gentle smile: "Young friend, are you from a family or a rogue cultivator?"

The word "fellow Daoist" revealed his identity, but even if he hadn't said it, Rong Jiaojiao could sense that his cultivation level was the same as her own, both being early-stage Mage.

Rong Jiaojiao sensed no malice or danger from him, and became even more puzzled: "Why are you asking this?"

The young man took out an ID card from his pocket, which read "Pujiang Avenue Inspection Team - Special Operations Section".

Rong Jiaojiao glanced at it, confirmed it was true, but still didn't understand what he was trying to do.

"Why are the inspection team following me?"

The young man put away his identification and smiled, "My name is Zhang Zekai, a member of the inspection team. I see you're quite talented at such a young age. I'd like to ask if you'd be interested in working for the inspection team?"

Zhang Zekai thought to himself, "Although she's young, I can get her into our group and train her a bit. It won't be long before she's ready to go on missions."

Rong Jiaojiao raised an eyebrow, thinking: [Isn't this the place I'm supposed to go?]

She was both amused and exasperated, and decided to tease the older boy. So she deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Comrade, you're not a human trafficker, are you? My master said there are a lot of bad people in the city."

Zhang Zekai was speechless, both amused and exasperated. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Young friend, you're joking. Can't you tell I'm a Xuanxiu? I have proper credentials. Look—" He then pulled out his work ID and a pen and notebook from his pocket. "These are our inspection team's official stationery, and they all have official seals on them."

Rong Jiaojiao pretended to be skeptical, then suddenly waved her hand in front of him.

Zhang Zekai only felt a blur before his eyes, and his documents were already in the young girl's hands.

"Oh, so slow to react, how did you become an inspector?" Rong Jiaojiao flipped through the documents, a sly smile on her lips.

Zhang Zekai's expression changed slightly. He prided himself on being above average in skills within the group, yet he had been outmaneuvered by a young girl.

He asked seriously, "Young friend, who exactly are you?"

Rong Jiaojiao tossed the ID back to him, clapped her hands, and said, "Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. My master told me to come and report to my eldest master. Her name is—" She deliberately dragged out the word, "Leng, Mu, Ya."

Zhang Zekai's eyes widened: "Is Team Leader Leng your senior uncle?"

"What, doesn't it look like it?" Rong Jiaojiao tilted her head, took out a letter from her cloth bag and waved it. "Here, a letter of introduction."

After reading it, Zhang Zekai slapped his forehead: "It's like the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple! We're all family, yet we don't recognize each other!"

He then asked, "Then why didn't you go to Pujiang Avenue?"

"Isn't that what I'm doing now?"

"Why didn't you take a bus when it's so far away? And you even went in the opposite direction."

Rong Jiaojiao almost choked on her saliva: [In the opposite direction?]

She forced herself to remain calm and said, "I want to see the bustling city of Mirage first."

Zhang Zekai was an honest man, and he didn't doubt Rong Jiaojiao's words at all. He invited her, "Then come with me. The team leader should be at the office at this time."