"Let's go. We're heading to Prince Chen's Residence."
Lin Bai, Qi Lingyu, and Wang Zhengyang made their way through the streets toward Prince Chen's Residence.
Along the way, all three keenly sensed that people were watching and following them from nearby.
Setting aside their unique identities, most of those secretly observing them were people from the Zhao Xing Office and the imperial guards.
So many Holy Sons had already come to grief. Qi Lingyu and Wang Zhengyang absolutely could not suffer the same fate.
Thus, the Chu Emperor had long since ordered the Zhao Xing Office and the imperial guards to closely protect the other regional Holy Sons who were still in the Imperial Capital.
"Wherever we go now, countless tails follow us."
Wang Zhengyang sat to Lin Bai's left and said with a chuckle, "No matter what methods we use to shake them off, we can never manage it. Before long, they find our whereabouts and catch up again."
Qi Lingyu was also sick and tired of it, and his brows drew into a deep frown.
Let alone Holy Sons of the Flourishing Sects—even ordinary martial artists would hate being watched all day long, wouldn't they?
I had a face like carved jade and a handsome, refined bearing. Especially in my eyes, shrewd light flickered, while beneath the smile at my lips lurked a hint of sinister cunning.
Other martial artists avoided us like the plague.
But in truth, everyone knew that this was merely the Chu Kingdom's excuse.
This person was Tuo Baxin, the Holy Son of the Barbarian Sect, one of the four Flourishing Sects of the Marquisate.
Just as the three of them passed through the bustling marketplace, laughter drifted from a two-story pavilion beside the road.
The Chu Kingdom's true purpose was simply to keep