Wang Anfeng didn't know how he had managed to hang on.
For the first time, he felt his existence was utterly superfluous. Had it not been for his concern that a martial artist from Danfeng Valley was lurking somewhere, detecting any anomaly and thus ruining everything, he would have fled long ago.
After finishing the meal, Wang Anfeng and Ding Song Yu Wen parted ways at the inn's main entrance. The young man watched the two leave together, then turned and blended into the crowd, slowing his pace to half of what it had been when he was being followed earlier.
He lowered his gaze and silently counted to thirty-four in his mind. Without turning around, he glanced quickly with the corner of his eye and saw an old inn. He saw a well-worn threshold and a wooden staircase with cracks, over which a young servant hurried with a copper basin and towel, stepping on the stairs and making an unpleasant creaking noise.