Cheng Guang did not plan to hide.
His main gamble was that Emperor Zhou would believe Zhao Jin's words, and there was no need to waste effort trying to conceal everything meticulously.
As Cheng Guang considered this, he stroked his beard. In truth, now that he was within the confines of the Taihao Sword Sect, aside from Emperor Zhou himself, no one else had the strength to enter the Taihao Sword Sect.
He had entered the Taihao Sword Sect safely. Apart from Zhao Jin, who had just left, no one else knew of this.
And the people of the Taihao Sword Sect rarely left their premise, so it was unlikely that they would leak his whereabouts.
In a sense, it could be said that he was somewhat hidden.
Hidden, but not deeply so.
As if hidden.
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Great Zhou Capital.
At the rear of the Imperial Palace, on exquisite lofted palace buildings, golden glazed tiles were laid out, sparkling under the sunset.
