The wind in the alley blew leisurely, its high walls and carved eaves worn by the years and the elements.
An Jing carried his small medicine box on his back, walking slowly through the streets.
Suddenly, he halted, subconsciously touching his medicine box.
"Hmm?"
A figure standing in the distance frowned slightly, "Could it be that this young doctor has noticed me?"
Upon further thought, it seemed impossible; how could this unremarkable young doctor be aware of his presence?
Yet An Jing became increasingly certain, ever since his return from Fa Xi Temple, he had felt someone was following him.
"Why is someone tracking me? Could it be that my identity has been exposed?"
An Jing pondered. To ascertain his identity, the power behind it must be extraordinary. Fearful of making a move and alarming the enemy, he quickly realized that the person tracking him was merely watching from a distance, seemingly monitoring him.
"Impossible, I couldn't possibly have been discovered...."
