Aaron sped away after leaving the Ghost Market.
It was in the dead of night, and even Jinhu had extinguished a great number of lights.
Nobody noticed a nimble figure, leaping among the streets and alleys like a graceful crane.
Suddenly, Aaron stopped in his tracks.
His ears twitched as he caught an extremely faint set of footsteps, "Who's there?"
"Impressive, to have detected me. At least an entry-level martial artist, I've caught a big fish this time."
A black-clothed guard emerged from the shadows, a mocking smile on his face, "Tell me... why were you staring at that wall corner mark?"
"What are you talking about? I don't understand."
Aaron frowned and responded coldly.
"Stop pretending, that sign from the Qiankun Association, the designated place, our gang had already set an ambush... And his lordship, with his divine strategies, even had us watch that wall. Whoever spots the sign and pauses, immediately changing direction, is certainly a big catch!"
