It wasn't until the evening of the next day that A-xing groggily got up. He wasn't afraid of disturbing anyone; after all, with his skills, he could easily find an empty house to hide in for a nap and leave without making a sound, without anyone noticing. He didn't want to openly stay at a hotel, who knew whether Tang Mu had placed spies around here. In short, he needed to do everything possible to conceal his whereabouts.
Lazily jumping out the window, his figure faded into the darkness, completely disappearing.
Besides the necessary street lamps, this city retained a traditional style in all its buildings, and judging by the appearance, they seemed newly built. Even without much thought, one could tell it was Tang Mu's idea. For these old guys, modern buildings were just too ugly, the old-style houses were better.
