Junior Brother Wu feared Han Zuocheng might suspect him of having ulterior motives and dared not take the shaded forest path, so he only walked along the main thoroughfare.
Han Zuocheng was initially somewhat restless, but seeing his leisurely demeanor and the continuous flow of carriages and horses along the way, he inwardly mocked himself for overthinking.
"I am a cultivator of the Xuanmen; I do not fear demons and ghosts. What could happen over dozens of miles?"
The two chatted and laughed, unknowingly covering more than twenty miles. Junior Brother Wu muttered, "Why hasn't the grandmaster made a move yet?"
Helpless, he had no choice but to continue the act.
At this moment, Wang Caiwei was rapidly pursuing them along the direction they traveled, riding on the Xuan Guang.
Just now in the town, she sensed an inexplicable aura, not like the vast uprightness of Xuanmen disciples, but deep, dark, and exceedingly obscure.
