Fufeng County.
By now, it had entered September, and the weather had grown noticeably colder. The rough trees lining the road had shed their leaves, looking quite bare and adding a sense of desolation to the scenery. Yet, because of this, the small food stalls on both sides of the road seemed even more lively.
Passersby, feeling a slight chill, found the steamy, fragrant food nearly irresistible.
Even as their purses sternly warned them against it.
A figure clad in yellow made his way through the crowd, face wrapped in several layers of gray cloth, with only a pair of eyes showing—almost resembling a foreigner. Even so, he kept his head lowered and walked briskly.
The steady, rapid steps beneath his feet revealed a solid foundation in martial arts. Weaving through the crowd, he turned and vanished into a rather secluded alley, deftly making his way to a small pushcart.