Wei Wuxian hums thoughtfully. "I know of places where spiritual or resentful energy is heavier than most," he says, "but never where that is the only place it could live. So when you are between cities, there is simply -- nothing?"

Even close to the inn, with its suppression in full force, he could still find traces of resentful energy in the grounds. Yes, it was so little that he could not do anything with it, but it was there.