Ice Storm secretly compared the differences in fur between Meng Chao, herself, and the other ratfolk.
She had to admit that he truly was a man of penetrating insight. He had not been wrong in the slightest.
Even if they could make fine adjustments to their muscles and bones, perfectly imitating the posture of ordinary ratfolk,
no matter how much mud they smeared over themselves or how much dust they scattered on their bodies, they could not completely conceal their sleek, glossy fur.
"So what?"
Ice Storm was utterly bewildered. "There are indeed quite a few powerful experts in the Great Horned Legion. Like those Temple Thieves who infiltrated Black Horn City, they were all masters above a certain level. Isn't it perfectly normal for one of them to shed a hair like this?"
"So, I followed this hair and found one of their footprints."
Meng Chao pointed at one among the chaotic footprints covering the ground and said to Ice Storm, "Look. Doesn't the contact between this footprint and the ground seem light and even, carrying a hint of leaving no trace upon snow?
"You have to understand that after the bloody battle in Black Horn City, followed by a day and night of forced marching, ordinary ratfolk warriors would already have been so exhausted that their calves were trembling wildly. They could only grit their teeth and keep moving through sheer willpower. They had no way to control the flesh and bones throughout their bodies, and the force beneath their feet would be uneven. Naturally, some steps would be deep and some shallow, their footprints uneven in height and depth. They might even drag their feet, plowing deep furrows through the mud.
"None of these signs exist on the footprint I found. If I'm not mistaken, it must