Chen Mo killed Wu Duan at top speed, then ran along a familiar route toward the outside of the Wu Family compound.
As he passed a narrow stone path, he suddenly heard Wu Zhiai's faint voice.
"Chen Mo..."
Chen Mo turned toward a clump of flowers.
Wu Zhiai hurried out from among them and pressed a slip of paper into his hand. "Go, quickly. Don't come back!"
"Take care," Chen Mo said. Then he turned and sprinted away, easily vaulting over a courtyard wall and landing in the street.
Knowing every street and alley in Black River Town, he quickly planned an escape route and slipped into an empty, unlit alley.
In the faint light, he unfolded the note Wu Zhiai had given him. It read: "Five li along the mountain road north of town; the ruined temple by the roadside is safe."
"Five li along the mountain road north of town, the ruined temple by the roadside..."
Chen Mo pondered. There really is an abandoned, dilapidated temple there. Wu Zhiai must have scouted it out as a hiding place in advance. For now, I have no choice but to take shelter in that temple.
With that, he used the Luo Smoke Steps, darted out of the alley, and raced toward the mountain road north of Black River Town.
The way was silent.
The sky was like an immortal's inkstone overturned, spilling ink across ten thousand li.
The five-li journey took only the time it took to brew a cup of tea.
Chen Mo found the ruined temple. After carefully checking that there was no danger nearby, he cautiously entered. Only after confirming the place was safe did he sit down and catch his breath.
He took out the two items he had just seized.
First was a white porcelain