「February 15th.」
The southern path was rutted and uneven, crossing single-log bridges and wading through streams. Two wandering swordsmen in tattered clothes sat atop a pair of scrawny horses, cautiously guiding them across a bridge.
One of them wore a filthy monk's robe. His head was completely bald, yet a thick, curly beard sprouted from his chin.
The scrawny horse he rode had a large, hairless patch on its rump—red and swollen, as if the hair had been violently plucked out.
They were none other than the Mighty Man and the Monk, in disguise.
Zheng Xiu and Ruchen continued south, avoiding Ye Weiyang's sphere of influence.
As they neared the Zhaozhou region, with each man on his horse, they hadn't seen a single Raven.
Nor had Zheng Xiu heard those delirious footsteps and breaths.
If all went according to plan, it meant Zheng Xiu was putting distance between himself and the Crow Fosterer.
