"Although Qinghe Town is your base, it's peaceful there now. Having your disciples keep watch is enough. Su Mingyuan is far too cunning; waiting for him to come to you isn't the answer. Only by taking the initiative will you have a chance. We support you."
Lin Taichu had not expected the elders to agree so quickly, and he was somewhat surprised. "Thank you for your support, Elders. After I leave, I'll stay in regular contact with the sect and report any news promptly."
The Great Elder waved a hand. "No need to be so restrained. Just go and do what you need to do. The sect will provide assistance. If you need manpower or medicinal herbs, let us know anytime."
"Also, I'll give you a sect token. If you go somewhere with one of our sect's branch halls, the people there will make things convenient for you."
Lin Taichu accepted the token, feeling much more at ease. After returning from the sect, he began packing. He brought only a simple medicine chest, a few changes of clothes, and some traveling money.
He did not tell the medical hall's disciples that he was leaving. He merely said he was handling something outside the city and would return in a few days, so they would not worry.
That night, under cover of darkness, Lin Taichu left Qinghe Town. Wang Xiaohu and Chen Zhiming saw him off at the city gate, and Wang Xiaohu stuffed a bundle into his hands.
"There are some dry rations, medicine for injuries, and a few banknotes inside. Use them on the road. Remember, safety comes first. If you really can't find any leads, come back early."
"Don't worry." Lin Taichu patted him on the shoulder, gave Chen Zhiming a few more instructions, then turned and vanished