Aksai kept his expression calm, almost bored, as he walked beneath the stone archway that marked the end of the main road.
The followers were still behind him, keeping pace—unaware that he had seen through everything.
'Definitely not your everyday thugs,' Aksai thought to himself.
'Hmm. Probably from a powerful sect. There are indeed a few sects I've offended by killing their core disciples after my meeting with Haitin.
It can't be the Silver Moon Palace, since they don't have much influence here. It can't be Kalingoot as well. There are better places to ambush me in the Dadangar seas for those bloody pirates. They wouldn't come this far away from their sphere of influence.
Iron Mountain Sect, maybe? They should be pretty upset after learning that I killed Rong Zhi, right?'
The Spirit farmer didn't know for sure. But the pursuers' presence confirmed one thing—the chickens had come home to roost.
