Before Yan Xiaobao left the staircase and headed for the door, he paused for a moment in thought. Finding someone interested in selling information in a city like this was akin to searching for a tree in a forest, but locating that person and conversing with them without anyone eavesdropping was indeed a challenge.
After leaving the inn, the silver-haired youth also considered whether he should enter an alleyway without cloaks and emerge from the street with cloaks off, but after weighing the matter, Yan Xiaobao swiftly dismissed the idea.
If he exited an alley cloaked and then appeared in the street without the cloak, their identities would become conspicuous. Yan Xiaobao didn't think he needed to conceal himself nor believed anyone in this city could defeat him, yet a nagging feeling still lingered.
