The big man grinned, just as he reached out for a victory hug, Zhang Ze dodged away.
"Hurry up and leave, people will be coming soon."
"Yes, yes, let me take you to see the Taoist." With that, the big man led the way, guiding Zhang Ze to disappear into the city.
Once he confirmed that no one was following, the big man led Zhang Ze through twists and turns to a rundown house.
The rundown house was simple yet inconspicuous, it seemed to possess a mystical quality that made anyone passing by ignore it.
The big man cut his fingertip, flicked his finger, and a droplet of blood struck the old banyan tree outside the yard.
The blood absorbed into it, without any visible reaction, the gate of the broken courtyard opened a crack.
The concealing Taoist technique briefly failed, Zhang Ze followed the big man into the small courtyard, which contained its own hidden realm.
Everyone in the courtyard were cultivators, most wearing Taoist robes, men of the big man's heroic ilk were few.
