"What is their purpose? Could they possibly know about my identity as Xinsu?"
He thought uncertainly for a while, and after realizing there was nothing out of the ordinary around him, Li Huowang decided to head back to the fishing village and wait for dawn.
Glancing up at the round moon almost enveloped by dark clouds, Li Huowang quickened his pace and carved three marks onto a bamboo pole with his longsword before slowly making his way back to where he had come from.
To prevent getting lost, Li Huowang left sword marks on bamboo poles every once in a while.
As he walked, the sky began to brighten, yet the situation didn't improve much; the foggy morning enveloped everything around, not much better than the previous night.
Just as Li Huowang started to feel weary, two dim lights shot through the fog in the distance, invigorating his spirit. "Have I arrived?"
