"What is their goal? Could it be that they know about my identity as Xinsu?"
His expression kept shifting as he pondered for a long time; after confirming there was nothing unusual around him, Li Huowang decided to return to the fishing village and wait until dawn.
Glancing up at the full moon in the sky, nearly swallowed whole by black clouds, Li Huowang quickened his pace. With his longsword, he carved three marks into a bamboo pole, then slowly walked back the way he had come.
To avoid getting lost, Li Huowang left a sword mark on a bamboo stalk every so often along the way.
As he walked, the sky gradually brightened, but things didn't improve much. A hazy morning mist shrouded everything in all directions, hardly better than the previous night.
Just as Li Huowang was getting weary, two blurry beams of light shone through the distant morning fog, reinvigorating him. "I've arrived?"
