After entering the estate, Ang pretended to be a genuine servant. He deliberately slowed his steps, keeping them steady, head lowered as if afraid of drawing attention.
Whenever patrolling guards passed by, he even bent over and pretended to move wooden barrels, without the slightest hint of anything amiss.
He turned familiarly into a storage room, casually pulled the door shut, and only after confirming that no footsteps were approaching did he give a light shake and take the black Cloak of Concealment from his robes.
The moment the cloak unfolded, it seemed as though all the surrounding shadows had been drawn toward it, completely swallowing him.
Ang's figure flickered, and he became a drifting shadow, utterly silent.
After slipping out of the storage room, he swept across the courtyard like a gust of wind, his sharp eyes catching every trace.
Sure enough, in a secluded corner of the estate, he found the two carriages that had entered during the night.
The carriages were now parked quietly beneath a stone colonnade. Their compartments were empty, clearly indicating that the people inside had already been moved elsewhere.
The horses beside them were still exhaling white mist, looking exhausted.
It really is here. Ang's heart stirred, and he immediately followed the direction of the wheel tracks and footprints, moving stealthily onward.
Before long, he discovered that those people had been taken to an Underground Passage.
The heavy iron door stood open, clearly to facilitate transportation.
A cold gleam flashed through Ang's eyes. His figure flickered, and he slipped inside like a shadow following its form.
The underground air was somewhat chilly. The magical lamps embedded in the stone walls gave off firelight, but it was incomparably dim, illuminating only a limited area.
Ang moved while holding his breath until he heard voices