A few days later.
Lin Fan had been tailing the sinister man all along, and today, he discovered the man, accompanied by his entourage, heading out of the city. It seemed the white-clothed man was planning his escape.
At this moment.
In a corner of the city wall, a man bent over, skulking and darting glances around him. After confirming that no one was watching, he lowered his head to inspect the dog hole.
He gritted his teeth.
And crawled through without hesitation.
Throughout history, how many people who achieved great deeds haven't crossed through a dog hole? Even those who bent their knees in surrender have done it. In truth, isn't everyone born through some sort of hole, only in varied forms?
What is there to be ashamed of?
Besides, he considered himself a small fry, unworthy of worrying about such matters.
