The clamor from the competition at the finish line was gradually dying down, but the enthusiasm at the starting line hadn't diminished in the slightest. Many townsfolk, still wanting more, remained in a long line, standing on tiptoe and curiously waiting to experience this new craze. Meanwhile, the Eldest Senior Brother lay in his pyramid tomb, watching it all.
Meanwhile, dozens of paces away, a silent exchange was taking place in the shadows.
One of them, a one-legged beggar, was communicating with his companions using a set of hand signs. The moment he stopped, the group instantly dispersed. Some remained where they were, while the others broke off, taking different routes to melt into the city's bustling intersections.
Su Ling'er, also ready to investigate "the darkness born from charity," began to follow a figure with a severed right arm.
