Early the next morning.
Lin Hui gathered all the Qingfeng Temple disciples at the training grounds.
He informed them about the Wanhua Sect and instructed everyone to remain alert for suspicious people approaching the area at any time.
Meanwhile, he planned to head out and search for the trail of a Wanhua Sect expert.
Calling it a search, it was really a shift from the open into the shadows.
Staying in one place meant too many people knew where he was. He would practically be sitting there waiting for someone to plot against him.
It would be better to leave alone and hide in the dark. Once the Wanhua Sect grew impatient, they would naturally send people to investigate and expose their tracks.
That was the strategy Lin Hui had devised.
After handing the temple's affairs over to Wang Hongshi and Xue Meng, he took his twin swords, draped himself in an outer robe, and left Qingfeng Temple.
Without lingering in town, Lin Hui left Xinyu Town directly. After circling around the outskirts, he discarded his clothes, bought a new set, changed his hairstyle, and put on the little white lucky-doll mask he had bought before.
Since the eyeholes in the mask were too small, he had widened them with his fingers. From a distance, it looked like the face of a white lucky doll whose eyes had gone blind, with fine cracks spreading around the sockets. It looked rather frightening.
Once he was ready, Lin Hui quietly returned to the vicinity of Lin Mansion, found a wonton shop, and sat down.
"Boss, one serving of large fresh-meat wontons."
"Sure thing. Clear broth or chicken broth?"
"Clear broth." Lin Hui took seven silver coins from his pouch and placed them on the table.
He often ate the wontons around here