Meanwhile, on the other side, Bai Ze had just reached the city gate when he saw a group of people riding fast horses out from within.
He hurriedly hid among the crowd and spotted Chang Anke among that group.
Chang Anke, the eldest young master of the Chang Family, was actually dressed like an attendant now, which was truly astonishing.
Yet that only further demonstrated the status of those young people before him.
Watching their departing backs, Bai Ze could not help but feel secretly alarmed. At the same time, he heard the discussions of the people nearby.
"Have you heard? Chang Anke of the Chang Family joined a major sect. These people should be from that sect."
"Isn't that so? Otherwise, how could the Chang Family have wiped out the other three lineages?"
"Forget it. Things like that have nothing to do with small fry like us."
"Isn't that so? I also heard that the Chang Family is hunting for the person who crippled Chang Wen. Anyone who provides reliable information will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver."
"I heard that too."
Hearing this, Bai Ze inwardly thought, Just as expected.
Still, he did not linger. He quietly left and continued onward along his original route.
After all, this was hardly surprising. He had crippled Chang Wen—how could they not retaliate?
Three days later,
Bai Ze was sitting inside a dilapidated Mountain God temple, while torrential rain poured outside.
He sat beside the fire, drying his clothes as he ate the dry rations in his hand.
Just then, a young man and woman suddenly entered from outside. They gripped longswords tightly in their hands and were clearly cultivators.
After glancing at Bai Ze, they sat down on the other side and began speaking in low voices.