After lunch, Fang Han paid the bill, got up, and went downstairs.
The streets of Songqiao City were far more bustling than those of Liangshui City. The afternoon sun cast a faint halo of light upon the bluestone pavement.
Shops lined both sides of the street: silk boutiques, apothecaries, weaponsmiths... Banners and signs fluttered in the wind while shopkeeps stood at their doors, their hawking cries rising and falling in succession.
Fang Han navigated the streets and alleys, heading for the city gate.
Hundreds of yards behind him, Meng Zhao and a few disciples, including Zhao Jun, trailed him from a distance.
They didn't get too close, simply hanging back to ensure Fang Han didn't slip from their sight.
SWISH!
Once outside the city gates, Fang Han used his Body Technique and headed west.
'Hm?'
He hadn't gone far before he couldn't help but frown.
Inside the city, with the constant flow of people, the scents had been too muddled for him to notice anyone tailing him.
