A few days later, Shi Feiyang planned to go out to purchase some items needed for Jianghu affairs.
The sky seemed to be covered by a huge and heavy lead plate, gloomy and oppressive, making it hard for people to breathe.
The streets were deserted, with few pedestrians, each hurrying along, driven by the oppressive atmosphere.
Most of the shops along the street had their doors half-closed, with occasional low murmurs adding to the dreariness.
Just as Shi Feiyang stepped out of the inn, his keen intuition made him sense that several pairs of eyes were watching him like hungry wolves from the dark.
He remained calm and composed, without showing any expression, but quickened his pace, blending steadiness with a hint of alertness.
Sure enough, barely had he walked much further before several black-clad figures suddenly emerged from the dark corners of the street like specters.
