The streets of the Outer City District, while not as bustling as those in the Inner City, were much wider.
There was no shortage of shops lining the streets, like the teahouse Zou Feng and his group were now slowly strolling past.
For just one copper coin, you could drink fresh-sprout tea with unlimited refills and listen to a storyteller spin yarns all afternoon with tales he might have just made up on the spot.
As Zou Feng pondered how to deal with the person tailing him, he waved for Zhao Tianhu and the others to sit down at the teahouse's tables.
He made it seem as though he'd suddenly taken an interest in the storyteller's current tale and was no longer in a hurry to get back to the Dragon Gate Boat.
In truth, it was all just a ruse to confuse his pursuer.
He was going fishing, but he couldn't just inexplicably rush off and separate from Zhao Tianhu and the others when they were all walking together perfectly fine.
