The corpse of the Tiger and Leopard Camp commander floated on the Cai River on the ninth day.
As the morning light broke, the bluestone pavement of Fule City was already shimmering.
The street vendors' cries grew louder.
Zhou Yi, fresh from Cangyan Mountain, surveyed both sides of the city gate tower and breathed a sigh of relief. There were no wanted posters posted on the walls.
There are always desperadoes eager to hunt for bounties from government offices. If you're after such a thing, be wary of being targeted.
After spending several days in the mountains, it was inevitable that his hair would be disheveled and his robes wrinkled when he emerged. Perhaps it was the spiritual energy he had absorbed for several days that made him look less slovenly and more ethereal.
If he wore a T
