After a year of quiet meditation in the mountains, Wu Er was starting to feel restless.

Now that I've mostly overcome my inner demons, it's time to go out and have some fun.

Wu Er came from the mundane world, so naturally he cannot leave it.

Of course, several junior brothers and sisters were with him on this trip; to be precise, they were going to follow Wu Er.

After all, what happened last time had left these junior brothers and sisters terrified.

After their investigation, they found that there were many reasons for the previous incident.

But there aren't many factors that can be changed. The only thing that can be changed is to stop my senior brother from being soft-hearted.

If you mind your own business and avoid getting into trouble, you'll avoid getting into more problems.

As the saying goes: Mind your own business!

The next morning, the group of people left the mountain and strolled along until they arrived at yet another ordinary city.

The group behaved themselves, disguising themselves as ordinary people as they entered the city, and did not easily reveal their cultivation levels.

As the saying goes, the taller the tree, the more the wind will blow; pretending to be ordinary can help you avoid some unnecessary trouble.

After paying the entrance fee, the group discreetly entered the city.

After entering the city, the group dispersed, each with their own interests, which was normal.

Xiao Mingmu was the first to leave, and we don't know where he went.

Zhang Wu followed Chen Ping, who naturally mingled among the merchants.

Needless to say, the fifth brother, Yan Zheng, squatted on the street watching the passing carriages. No one knows why he has such a deep obsession with carriages.

Wo Ningyan originally wanted to go with Wu Er, but Wu Er wanted to be alone for a while.

So Wo Ningyan had no choice but to find a teahouse, order a bowl of tea, and prepare to listen to the storyteller.

As for Wu Er, he suddenly had a whim to watch a play.

"I wonder where there's a stage in broad daylight?"

It's daytime now, and it's not a major holiday, so we might not even be able to see the play.

Ordinary people are generally poor, and apart from special occasions, even in the capital city, one might not necessarily see a stage set up for a theatrical performance.

However, Wu Er was open-minded and didn't think it was absolutely necessary to watch it.

If I happen to see it, I'll take a look; if not, I'll just ignore it. It's not a big deal.

Wu Er strolled leisurely through the city.

The pedestrians in the city were not as leisurely as he was; they were all hurrying along with their heads down, and it seemed that none of them had an easy time.

Walking down the street, Wu Er noticed the people hurrying by and muttered to himself, "Wasn't I like that back then?"

Busy and bustling around in autumn, just to survive the winter.

Perhaps it was because he had recently experienced something significant, or perhaps it was because he was witnessing the dramatic changes of time, but Wu Er always felt compelled to sigh.

After walking for a while, Wu Er raised his head for some reason.

I saw a tree planted in someone's yard, its branches extending out over the yard wall.

The buds had already turned completely red, and all the leaves on them had fallen off.

This moment feels just like a certain moment back then.

At that time, Wu Er cursed the bud, saying why it turned yellow so early.

But now, they praise the bud, saying, "You must turn yellow quickly so that you can turn green again next year!"

After saying this, Wu Er couldn't help but smile at the twig.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, but as soon as I finished laughing and turned my head, I saw a stage.

"What a coincidence."

Wu Er also thought it was a coincidence.

After praising the tree's branches and buds, I turned around and found what I wanted. Isn't that a coincidence?

Wu Er strode towards the stage, in a very good mood.

He felt that today was the best day of the year.

As Wu Er slowly walked to the edge of the stage, he looked up, wanting to watch the performance.

But before he could even finish watching the play, someone patted Wu Er on the shoulder.

"It's me, Senior Brother!"

Wu Er turned around and found Xiao Mingmu standing beside him.

"Bright eyes?" Wu Er asked, puzzled at first, then smiled. "You're here to watch the show too?"

Xiao Mingmu shook his head, then whispered, "Senior Brother, be careful. Someone was following you just now."

Upon hearing this, Wu Er became alert.

He was just strolling along the street, enjoying the scenery, and didn't even notice that someone was following him.

"Where is that person?" Wu Er asked in a low voice.

Xiao Mingmu tilted his head, then secretly pointed in one direction with his finger.

Following the direction of the finger, Wu Er also glanced over and indeed saw a strange person.

Well, you can't say he's a strange person, it's just that he doesn't fit in with his surroundings.

Wearing a Taoist hat, long boots, and a white jade belt, he stood out from the dusty, disheveled people around him, making it immediately clear that he was no ordinary person.

Of course, none of this matters.

Most importantly, there was a skull drawn on the robe this person was wearing!

This is similar in style to Fang Jia's Taoist robe!

Upon seeing this person, Wu Er already knew the outcome in his heart.

When Fang Jia attacked for the second time that day, he had gathered a gang and brought a group of fellow disciples with him.

It's obvious that a sect was standing behind Fang Jia.

This person should also be Fang Jia's fellow disciple. The fact that he came here this time and followed Wu Er suggests that he is very likely here to seek revenge!

"This person's cultivation level isn't very high; he's only at the Golden Core stage."

After careful observation, Wu Er discovered that the person who had followed them was only at the Golden Core stage.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mingmu muttered under his breath, "Then why aren't you being more careful? A Golden Core cultivator could easily track you down."

"Cough cough..."

Wu Er coughed awkwardly twice.

This is indeed quite embarrassing; Xiao Mingmu, whose cultivation level is weaker than his own, noticed it, but he didn't.

It's embarrassing just thinking about it.

Then Xiao Mingmu asked, "Senior Brother, what should we do next?"

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