A short while later, the True Martial Boxing Hall disciple who had reported to Chen Shanhe spoke up. "It's getting late. Everyone should get some sleep. We'll continue searching for him tomorrow."
The disciples' expressions soured at his words, but they still accepted the order respectfully.
They then filed back into the surrounding thatched huts...
Qin Fang waited until the very last disciple had entered a hut before he slowly walked into the valley.
His expression was calm, his gaze locked on the thatched hut as he heightened his five senses to their absolute limit.
He could hear a heartbeat from within—extremely slow, yet powerful and strong.
He held his breath, suppressed his own heartbeat to the bare minimum, and slowly approached the hut. He drew three Poisonous Thorns with his left hand and gripped the Poisoned Long Saber in his right.
He stared at the hut. Though he couldn't see inside, he could clearly pinpoint the location of the person within.
