The weather in Dongwu City of the Spirit Realm wasn't great today; the sky was gloomy and overcast.
"Tsk, looks like it's going to rain," Lin Li muttered to himself as he walked out of the inn, glancing up at the overcast sky.
In the distance, five burly men with tattoos on the backs of their hands stood by the street, watching Lin Li emerge from the inn. They discussed him in low voices.
"Around twenty, short hair, fair-skinned, scholarly air, wearing gray clothes in an unusual style..."
"Boss, the description of the murderer in the letter matches this guy perfectly. It has to be him."
"He's getting into a carriage. Let's follow him, quick. Don't let him get away."
The burly, bald man glanced at the letter in his hand, then shifted his gaze to the young man boarding the carriage in the distance.
"Follow him."
After speaking, he stuffed the letter into his pocket, boarded a nearby carriage with his four underlings, and set off after the one that had just departed.
