"Hmph!"
Angrily waving his sleeve.
A shadow flickered past within the city; not a single one of the hundreds of guards near the city gate noticed anything amiss.
His head was wrapped in a dark cyan headscarf, dressed in dark brocaded clothes, with a vest over them. Red patterns embroidered near the sleeves and shoulders gave it an antiquated feel.
Big trousers, short vest, a walking stick polished to a shine, combined with the old headscarf that hadn't been changed for who knows how long, made a garb that one could call "old master" without even needing to see the face.
He crossed out of Dongliang City in mere moments, darting out for more than twenty miles, yet the figure that followed showed no signs of giving up, which doubtlessly fueled the elderly man's rage.
"Dare to follow out? You really think I lack temper?"
Black mist enveloped the area, rising from the bushes, rolling up layers of cloud waves!
