In the days that followed, Chen Yi darted through the mountains and forests, hiding and evading. Occasionally, he would enter the town to deliberately spread misleading traces and create diversions, but he always returned to the woods by nightfall.
He intentionally left behind numerous tracks, all to confuse and mislead his pursuers, buying as much time as possible.
The time required wasn't too long nor too short—roughly five days.
Within the radius of these dozen or so miles, it was as if a game of cat and mouse had begun.
Chen Yi pulled out a stack of silver notes from his chest. Silver notes couldn't be directly used for trade. Even if one could trade them, banks differ in their designs, and local shopkeepers in this area might not recognize them.
"Better find a place to exchange them first," he muttered to himself.
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Night had fully descended when a group of riders arrived at an inn in Xinxi Town.
