Lin Chuan could only listen to Qin Fang now. He grabbed the guy and followed Qin Fang to the west. After walking for half a day, they still hadn't walked out of the forest, circling around and back.
At this point, it was almost noon. If this continued, it was likely they'd be stuck in the forest until nightfall.
Qin Fang held the Compass, her brows furrowed like a twisted knot, muttering to herself constantly.
Lin Chuan didn't dare to interrupt her and sat down with the guy under a big tree.
He took out a cigarette and handed one to the guy. The guy quickly and politely received the cigarette, repeatedly saying thank you to Lin Chuan.
Lighting the cigarette, Lin Chuan took a deep inhale and then looked at the guy, saying, "What's your name?"
The guy had just swallowed a mouthful of smoke when he heard Lin Chuan's question. He hurriedly replied, "Brother, my name is Zhao Zhibing."
Lin Chuan continued, "You're not surnamed Qin, how did you join Maoshan Tao?"
