Birch Sand City.

This was a little city on the border of Ink White Province.

It was exactly noon. 

Lin Xun and Xiao Qinghe sat down by the window on the second floor of a restaurant and ordered some food and alcohol and drank together. 

“Over the past three days, we have passed through thirteen cities, and every time, that old bastard managed to locate us. If someone has indeed tipped him as we suspected then I believe that it is not done by the same person,” analyzed Xiao Qinghe. 

“Yes, to tell you the truth, I already have a suspicion about who the culprit is.” Lin Xun sipped the wine. “Wait a little longer, the answer may be revealed soon.”

Xiao Qinghe asked no more questions. 

Time passed by. 

When ten minutes passed, Lin Xun suddenly set down the cup in his hand as if he noticed something and gave an eye signal to Xiao Qinghe.

Instantly, the two vanished from the restaurant. 

……

West Lane in Birch Sand City.

This was a bustling place with a mix of people from all walks of life. 

In the shadow of a corner, a slender middle-aged man in a shabby daoist robe was sitting in front of a booth hung with a couplet banner.

The first couplet wrote: The four pillars and hexagram calculate all...