After coming out of the temple, Fan Xian had been followed by three people. He didn't know whether they were spies from the Brocade Guard or men from the palace, but whoever they were, he was not going to let them follow him today.
Having picked off those three adversaries, Fan Xian made sure once more that there was nobody following him, and then finally set off again. After exiting the alley, he did not get into a carriage, because any contact he made with people would leave traces that could be followed by Northern Qi. On the damp street, the passersby slowly grew in number. Under cover of the crowd, Fan Xian lowered his head, and quietly walked alongside the masses of this foreign country.
