This time, it was not an ordinary disciple, but an Old Man in black robes, his face pale. Golden skull patterns were embroidered on the Old Man's black robe, one rank above the white skulls worn by ordinary disciples.
Was it Wu Yin?
Lin Taichu did not approach. He followed from far behind as Wu Yin walked slowly along the street, his gaze sweeping over the stalls on both sides. From time to time, he stopped, picked up a spiritual herb or ore from a stall to examine it, then put it down and kept walking.
He walked very slowly, as if waiting for someone, or as if searching for something.
Lin Taichu followed behind him, passed through two streets, and arrived at a plaza in the eastern part of the city.
Several hundred Cultivators had gathered in the plaza, making it extraordinarily lively. In the center stood a massive stone stele engraved with Luofeng City's trading rules. Infused with Soul Power, it gave off a faint glow.
Wu Yin stopped at the edge of the plaza and turned to look behind him.
Lin Taichu immediately turned sideways and slipped into the crowd.
Wu Yin's gaze swept through the crowd. Finding nothing unusual, he finally withdrew his eyes and continued forward.
Lin Taichu walked out of the crowd and continued following him. After trailing him for about half an incense stick's worth of time, Wu Yin entered a small alley and vanished from sight.
Lin Taichu quickened his pace, reached the mouth of the alley, and looked inside.
The small alley was completely empty. Not a single figure was there. Wu Yin seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
Lin Taichu did not enter the alley. He turned and left.
Wu Yin had discovered him—or perhaps he had long known