Deep within Shaoyang Mountain.
In the dead of night, moonlight occasionally shone down through the canopy, lending the black forest a faint glimmer.
Wei He moved with utmost caution, clad from head to toe in black. His steps were light as he soundlessly hurried deeper into the forest.
The second level of the Flying Dragon Technique was indeed extraordinary. Paired with the specially made boots he had commissioned, it made almost no sound as he moved, completely drowned out by the rustling of leaves in the night wind.
With ample Qi and Blood fueling it, the Flying Dragon Technique gave him complete control over every muscle in his feet and calves. As he walked, they seemed like nails lightly piercing the ground, yet making scarcely a sound.
This was also Wei He's first time venturing this deeply into Shaoyang Mountain.
In the past, he had only gone as far as the front slope, stopping just before the summit. This time, however, he had not only crossed the peak, but swiftly descended toward the shadowed side deeper within.
Ding Hai's words from last time had remained like a thorn lodged in his heart. He had never stopped thinking that the Shaoyang Gate might be connected to his parents' disappearance.
Thus, after enduring for so long, he had finally made thorough preparations and come to investigate.
Amid the rustling of leaves, Wei He sped onward, the dark grass and trees on either side flashing past.
His nose caught the dry scent of grass and fallen leaves, occasionally mixed with the rotten stench of meat and fruit.
He traveled for several minutes.
Then Wei He suddenly halted, swiftly slipping behind a dead tree and freezing in place.
Ahead, through a gap in the woods—
A square, high-walled compound stood silently amid the dense