There was always something fishy about anything out of the ordinary. Yun Tu had always been a shrewd businessman. Otherwise, he could never have made it this far, much less become the Flower Demon Clan's front man. His idea of disguising himself as a steward while having someone else pose as the leader of the group had been a brilliant bit of misdirection. Yet someone had seen through it without warning.
Yun Tu had even noticed that the ambushers had identified him with almost no effort, as if they had known his true identity all along.
What did that mean?
It meant they had figured out who he was long ago. But how had his identity been exposed? Had someone recognized him along the way, or had they seen through him back at the inn?
Even at the inn, Yun Tu had felt a vague sense of unease. He couldn't determine what had caused it. For a while, he'd even wondered if he was simply so tense that he'd become paranoid, imagining things.
Of course, he'd also considered whether someone with ulterior motives was watching him, causing that inexplicable unease.
But who was watching him? Even if they had been targeting his caravan, why had they identified him so precisely?
Was his disguise really that poor? Or had his enemy known his true identity from the start?
The fact that they could ambush him here and mobilize so many people without the slightest hesitation seemed to point to something else. They knew the terrain in this area well, and they could act with astonishing speed.
Most suspicious of all, why hadn't the scouts he'd sent out—men who were clearly quite capable—noticed the ambush?
The ambush didn't even seem especially sophisticated. Why hadn't they spotted it beforehand?
And Yun Tu had