The west gate of Linshui City. Southern Lone Blade had finally arrived safely after making the scary yet uneventful journey.
"Are we all here?" he asked the rest via the mercenary channel.
"Yup…" the other five reported in. Southern Lone Blade was currently positioned in a small alley and had not left it. He peeked out from it, only to find his comrade Glue had pretended to set up a stall right by the market that had sprung up on the street. Glue often set up his stall to hawk his goods by the city gates, so he was leveraging one of his skills, pretending to go through the motions without raising anyone's suspicions.
As for the other four, Southern Lone Blade had carefully observed his surroundings and could not spot them in the crowd. He was very pleased with this. If even he was unable to identify them, he doubted the strangers that were after them could.
"Southern, what now? Do we rush out?" The one asking was Fire Singed Clothes.
