Wang Anfeng walked quickly.
After realizing he had bumped into the real deal while posing as an impersonator, he had no choice but to shake off Xu Guangmao and then utilize the reverse tracking experience passed down through generations of the Divine Thieves Sect. He weaved in and out within the city, erasing traces, and only then did he return to the courtyard unhurriedly.
As for what followed, it was naturally to start a fire and cook. To compensate the thin horse, they had been eating meat every day for several days.
The money pouch on Wang Anfeng gradually thinned at a speed visible to the naked eye.
By the well, Wang Anfeng used a sharpening stone along one side of the blade, honing the entire Mo Blade to be even sharper, then scooped up a handful of icy well water to splash over it, raising the knife slightly with his right hand.
The slightly curved blade glimmered with a blue-cold light under the moonlight.
A chill, sharp enough to cut through, was felt.
