A dark figure flashed at the mouth of the alley.
Chu Fan narrowed his eyes, a flicker of doubt in his mind. 'Are they from the Blood Saber Sect? Or some other power?'
It was hard to tell at a glance.
It seemed his little maneuver had already stirred the waters of Cyan Yang City.
Chu Fan's mind raced. He immediately held his breath, focused his senses, and began to follow quietly.
The dark figure was extremely alert, sticking to the shadows, clearly well-versed in the art of stealth.
Before long, with one following the other, they arrived near Zhao Hu's former residence.
The figure crouched to observe for a moment, then suddenly vaulted over the wall, their Body Technique as nimble as a cat's.
'This definitely isn't one of the Blood Saber Sect...'
'Why would a disciple of the Blood Saber Sect bother climbing a wall like this?'
Chu Fan hid a short distance away, his gaze locked on Zhao Hu's old residence.
"THUD!"
