The noon sun shone in.
The streets were lined with small vendors, hawking cabbages, radishes, beef, chicken, duck, fish, and so on.
—This is the market!
Multi-Brain River stepped out, paused, and continued forward.
It discovered it had turned back into the Old Blind Man.
Looking back.
The broken wall revealed a collapsed, dilapidated temple, overgrown with weeds, with a few snoring vagrants inside.
People turned a blind eye to this.
The Old Blind Man fell silent.
Just a moment ago—
In fact, he hadn't really left.
He seemed to have been released, but in the end, he reneged on his promise.
They were prepared for his change of heart.
And they guarded against it.
The Old Blind Man took out a ragged cloth and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
If I had known, I would have dodged this move from afar after escaping, and then gone after that guy.
That's what I should've done.
I was overconfident.
What to do now?
The Old Blind Man sighed and began to consider the next step.
