Daylight dimmed, the crowds in the market receded like the tide, and people from every walk of life flooded the streets once more.
Wearing a veiled hat, with Xie Jinhuan's weapon hanging at his waist, Nangong Ye hid atop an old Medicine Workshop in Carefree Cave, watching the black-cloaked figure amid the chaotic market, his eyes filled with amazement at how formidable the younger generation could be.
After all, it was truly unbelievable that a child brimming with righteousness could impersonate a seasoned jianghu old hand to this extent.
The Cloak Person walked slowly through the streets, his back slightly bent. Whenever an armed martial artist passed, he instinctively adjusted his pace to give way, and mostly kept to the shadows.
That alone would have been one thing, but when he passed a brothel and encountered its girls, he seemingly looked neither left nor right, yet his footsteps slowed a little...
He carefully noted herbs and beast bones on the stalls; when flies and other flying insects approached, he visibly showed a little wariness...
By any measure, this was a Poison Rat of the Gu Poison Sect with middling cultivation. Nangong Ye did not even dare look away. After all, quite a few Cloak Persons walked through Carefree Cave at night, and if she lost sight of him, she might not be able to find Xie Jinhuan again.
And this baiting tactic clearly worked!
On the other side of Carefree Cave, on the third floor of an inn.
A monk in yellow robes, with nine ordination scars on his head, stood at the inn window, surveying the varied crowds through a crack as he spoke to his partner beside him.
"What exactly is the background of this He Can from the Luojing Branch Altar? All day long, he sits in