In a superior room at the Yuelai Inn.
Fang Han lay fully clothed on the bed, not deeply asleep, but in a state of light, vigilant slumber.
The *Ten Thousand Transformations Concealing Breath Technique* continued to operate at a minimal level even as he slept, causing his aura to become so faint it was nearly undetectable.
His ears caught every unusual sound from outside the window, be it the night watchman's clapper, a stray dog's bark, or the faint echo of footsteps in a distant alley.
He was waiting, or rather, he was on guard.
'Although I'm confident the Mastery Level of my *Ten Thousand Transformations Concealing Breath Technique* is enough to erase all traces, there's always a chance of the unexpected.'
'The Huang Family has been entrenched in Baiyun City for many years, after all. There's no guarantee they don't have some unknown tracking methods.'
'If Huang Shiren discovers the theft and can quickly track me here, a fight will be inevitable.'
