Less than forty miles away from Lingxiao City, there was a small county town.
Inside an ordinary triple courtyard, Yang Kan's face looked particularly grim.
He stared at the young disciple of the Gu family before him and said coldly, "Is this the arrangement Gu Jinlai made for me?"
"The Patriarch has already prepared enough food for you, Elder. There are two wells in the courtyard and some locals outside to divert attention. You just need to live quietly in the courtyard with your disciples, and no one will notice."
This Gu Family Disciple spoke.
"You seem to be deliberately mocking me."