The man leaned against a great tree, his legs stretched straight out as he sat on the ground with complete abandon. His black robe trailed across the earth, yet did not look dirty in the slightest. His long hair reached his waist, and beneath the disarray, one could vaguely make out a rugged, pale face covered in a full beard.
What shocked Lin Xin most was that, like him, the other man was not one of the Two-Faced People, but an utterly ordinary, normal person.
Gulp.
The man raised his wine gourd and took another swig. He seemed not to have noticed Lin Xin standing nearby at all.
After studying him deeply, Lin Xin noticed that there seemed to be a character faintly visible on the back of his black robe. But with the man facing away from him, he could not make out what it was.
Lin Xin was not one to meddle in others' affairs. Since this man dared to sit here drinking so freely, he was clearly no ordinary person. This was the Two-Faced Country, where experts could appear at any time. Anyone who dared to drink here in such a drunken state was either a fool or a master.
He did not believe the man was the former.
Taking out a Demon Talisman Seed, he injected Inner Qi into it, and the carriage abruptly appeared behind him.
With a light leap backward, Lin Xin vanished into the air.
Yet the black-robed man seemed not to notice his disappearance at all. He merely lifted the gourd again and took a savage gulp.
A few days later.
Covered in blood and with his robes torn to tatters, Lin Xin fled into the Maple Forest in a sorry state. After sprinting for some time, the Two-Faced People pursuing him