Several hours later, the white mist behind him gradually thinned. The trees overhead became sparser, and the sunlight brightened once again.
Fang Han walked out of the Mist Forest.
Fang Han looked up at the sky. The sun was leaning to the west; it must be late afternoon, nearing evening.
He didn't return to the temporary gathering spot. Instead, he skirted around it and left directly.
A little over an hour later, the silhouette of a massive city with walls stretching for over ten li appeared ahead. It was the largest city in the vicinity—Bailu City.
By the time he entered the city, dusk was already approaching.
Fang Han didn't wander the streets for long. He went straight to an inn that looked reasonably clean, requested a private courtyard room, and ordered the attendant to prepare some hot water to be sent to his room.
It wasn't cheap, but the peace and quiet were worth it.
