Over ten He Family Martial Artists surrounded the room where Lin Yun was staying. The leader made a few hand signals, and soon, the Martial Artists cautiously slipped inside, leaving just one person outside as a lookout.
Lin Yun's room was pitch-black. The He Family Martial Artists who had snuck in moved very lightly, making no sound at all. The first thing they did was fix their gazes on the bed.
Walking slowly to the bedside, the leader's Space Ring flashed, and a short sword appeared in his hand. Without any hesitation, he gripped the sword and thrust it into the bedding.
There was no spurt of blood as expected, nor was there a scream from Lin Yun. The man instantly realized something was wrong. He ripped the covers off, only to find no one there.
'Damn it, the kid found out long ago.' He cursed inwardly. Just as the men were about to retreat, candlelight suddenly flickered to life in the once-dark room.
