Outside the academy lay a dense forest. Lin Taichu set foot on a winding path and headed toward the city.
As he walked, Lin Taichu warily observed his surroundings. He knew his enemies could be lurking in the shadows, ready to attack him at any moment.
Yet, to his surprise, he encountered no danger along the way. Lin Taichu safely left the forest and arrived at the edge of the city.
The city was still bustling, its streets crowded with pedestrians and traffic. Lin Taichu moved through the crowd, doing his best to look like an ordinary person and avoid drawing attention.
He found an inn to stay in, then began gathering information throughout the city. He wanted to know whether anyone was still hunting him and who those pursuers were.
Lin Taichu first went to a teahouse. Many people gathered there every day, making it an ideal place to gather news.
He ordered a pot of tea and sat quietly in a corner, listening to the conversations around him. However, he heard nothing concerning himself.
Lin Taichu was not discouraged. He visited several inns and gambling houses, but the result was the same: he gained no useful information.
Could I really be safe now? Lin Taichu wondered to himself.
Just then, an unexpected discovery caught his attention.
In the corner of a gambling house sat a middle-aged man dressed in black robes. His face was gloomy and his gaze sharp, giving off an extremely dangerous air.
Lin Taichu recognized him at once. This man was one of the black-clad martial artists who had hunted him before. He had not expected the man to dare appear in the city.
Lin Taichu's heart tightened. He knew this man's appearance meant he had not escaped danger. He had to proceed carefully, or