As for whether cultivating the Carefree Sect's Cultivation Method would bring trouble later on, or even result in him being "reclaimed," he had no time to worry about that right now.
The crisis was imminent. Raising his strength was the top priority.
He even had a premonition that if someone from the Carefree Sect truly came looking for him, his strength by then would surely be far beyond what it was today!
The three of them lingered no longer and returned the way they had come.
They climbed through the guarded window and, with the window guard's tacit permission, left through the small door, returning to the silent, remote dock district.
Throughout the process, Fang Yuan appeared casual, but he secretly committed every route they took, every key fork in the road,
every possible hiding spot, and the characteristics of the residence that served as the entrance and exit to memory.
If necessary next time, he was confident he could come alone.
Just as the three of them disappeared from the Black Market's exit and merged into the deeper darkness outside,
deep within the alley where the transaction had taken place, a figure wearing an ordinary face-covering cloth slowly emerged from the shadow of a pile of discarded wooden crates.
It was Zhang Shun, "White Stripe in the Waves," who had returned after leaving!
With his arms folded, he stared coldly in the direction Fang Yuan and the others had vanished, a frigid, cruel curve tugging at his lips.
"Hmph, trying to pick up my scraps?" he muttered. "Five hundred taels... buying my Treading Snow Without Trace? You sure know how to bargain down a price..."
He licked his somewhat cracked lips as an uncontrollable viciousness churned in his chest.
"What a pity... you'll need to stay alive to spend