Chen Tang strolled along the street, while observing each person in the city, attentively noting their behavior.
Qianzhu City wasn't as prosperous as the Qian State Capital, but there were plenty of passersby, a mix of various professions and social strata.
A coachman might just be a coachman, or they might be a Hermit.
The beggar by the roadside, the monk seeking alms, the street performer at the corner, the shop vendor, the samurai and wanderers in the crowd, all could potentially be Hermits.
This was the terrifying aspect of the Hermit Realm.
Once inside, danger was omnipresent; even the seemingly most innocent passerby could suddenly turn deadly!
A constant state of vigilance was required; a momentary lapse could mean a fatal separation of body and soul.
The shouts from vendors along the street, the noise from the crowd, the sounds of quarrels—all these could obscure many things and affect the judgment of the Wind Listening Technique.
