"Pah! What rotten thinking. Why can't women come out for a bath?"
"What's wrong with washing themselves all clean and fragrant?"
"This owner really doesn't know how to do business. Tell the customers there's a women's bathhouse here, then put a couple of wormholes in the dividing boards-wouldn't business keep him busy from dawn till dusk?"
Lin Lang left the bathhouse cursing under his breath. He had no interest in sharing a pool with a bunch of stinking men.
On the way back, he bought quite a few things.
They were all useful for the Disguise Technique.
The Disguise Technique seemed simple, but doing it well was extremely difficult.
Back at the inn, Lin Lang jumped in through the window and began studying the things on the table.
Wang Wu, Ba Ying, and the others were drinking in the main hall, though none drank much. They still had to travel tomorrow.
Suddenly, a thin figure beside Wang Wu bumped into his arm. Wang Wu instantly gripped his saber's scabbard.
"Sir, I'm sorry. Please be magnanimous. It was an accident. My apologies."
Wang Wu saw that the person who had bumped into him wore tattered clothes and had a sallow face. He spoke in breathless gasps, like someone wasting away from consumption.
He waved impatiently. "Get away. Go beg over there. Don't interrupt my drinking."
Ba Ying, however, casually tossed over a piece of silver. "Take this and buy a few flatbreads."
He explained to Wang Wu, "Look at him. He might belong to the Beggars' Gang. Avoid offending them if you can. The Northern Beggars' Gang is the largest gang in Great Ming."
Some renowned sects had only a few hundred members; even a thousand was rare.
Only top sects such as the Sun Moon Holy Cult and Northern Shaolin