"Alright," Chu Fan nodded slightly.
He didn't resume his training, but instead went to the courtyard to chop firewood.
After practicing the Twelve Forms Fist all day, even after taking a Blood Nourishing Pill, he still needed two hours of rest to fully recover.
When night fell...
The two of them changed into Night Traveler's Clothes, pulling green robes on over them. They slipped out the back door of the Seven Stars Gang and headed straight for the White Tiger Gang's North City branch.
...
The night was black as ink, swallowing the day's clamor whole.
Chu Fan moved without a sound to the outskirts of the North City's Firewood Market.
Standing in the shadows, he donned the Evil Ghost Mask and gazed toward the Firewood Market's main gate.
Outside the gate, only two White Tiger Gang disciples were on guard.
Through the main gate, one could see an open space surrounded by a simple fence—that was Cyan Yang Ancient City's Firewood Market, a place for trading firewood.
