What is their goal? Do they know about my identity as a Xinsu?
His expression shifted erratically as he pondered for a long while. 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, which was nearly swallowed whole by black clouds, Li Huowang quickened his pace. He carved three marks into a bamboo pole with his longsword, 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.
As he walked, the sky gradually brightened, but the situation didn't improve. A hazy morning mist shrouded everything, offering little more visibility than the darkness of the previous night.
Just as Li Huowang was growing weary, two blurry beams of light shone through the distant morning fog, reinvigorating him. Have I arrived?
