Jin Wutu, who had changed his appearance, was walking alone in the desolate mountains, and arrived at a small mountain market half a day later.
This small market was a gathering place during chaotic times.
Tribe barbarian cultivators who were displaced or fleeing crimes occasionally met here to exchange or trade some goods, and also engaged in some shady dealings.
Jin Wutu entered the small mountain market. The mountain path was narrow, lined with stalls on both sides. The stall owners were ragged, or had sinister looks, their eyes like poisonous snakes, staring at Jin Wutu.
Jin Wutu paid them no mind, kept his eyes straight ahead, and walked on his own until he reached the deepest part, in front of an unoccupied small teahouse.
This teahouse was so small that it had only a broken door, a withered wood signboard, and a tea table.
On the table was a teapot and two teacups.
Besides that, there were no other guests, nor any owner.
