The Daoists hadn't realized that Fang Xi had actually followed Yu Hua through the gates, and entered the city with an air of nonchalance.
After entering the city, Yu Hua headed to a slum and squeezed into his own dilapidated shack.
The place was a dense thicket of shanty huts; who knew how many people lived among them.
The night was deep.
Yu Hua stared unwaveringly at the medicine furnace before him, continually adding some haphazard other herbs.
Once the medicine furnace had cooled, he looked at a semi-solidified, blood-red medicine within, a sickly glee emerging on his face, "The color, the smell, all correct... The secret medicine is a success!"
Yu Hua took a deep breath and glanced around the perimeter.
It was deep in the night when ordinary folk dare not venture out.
He found a piece of torn cloth and kept wiping a small dagger.
