"Well? Has that... scoundrel... shown himself?"
Chu Feng didn't turn around, his voice low as he asked.
"Reporting to Senior Brother, the thief... it's as if he's vanished completely. There hasn't been any sign of him for the past ten-odd days."
Song Xiang's Adam's apple bobbed. He braced himself and replied.
The air in the study instantly froze. Chu Feng's fingers, which had been tapping on the window frame, abruptly stopped.
He slowly turned around. In the candlelight, his handsome face was shrouded in an inescapable gloom, and his gaze, sharp as an ice pick, stabbed straight at Song Xiang.
"And the three True Disciples? What's on their minds?"
"The three Senior Brothers have been standing guard for over ten days without any sign of the culprit. They've grown quite impatient... Senior Brother Sun Mo was especially blunt, saying that Sect affairs are numerous and they can't waste their time here indefinitely. He asked... when they can withdraw."
