"What do you mean?"
Zhao Huai'an asked curiously.
However, the little old man seemed not to hear him. His expression shifted repeatedly before he suddenly leaped down, moving like a gecko along the steep rocks.
His climbing speed was astonishing... and his practiced movements were even more heartbreaking.
Zhao Huai'an lowered his head and glanced down. He was in no hurry to catch up with Sikong Zhaiyue... His gaze suddenly turned solemn as he looked toward the distant procession escorting the Crimson King into the city.
Aside from a line of variant soldiers, the procession actually contained some familiar faces!
The Brocade Guards!
One Brocade Guard after another was locked inside cages, like captured prey... They hung their heads, dispirited and panicked.
Among the many Brocade Guards, Zhao Huai'an even saw Master Wuji, and... Wu Youyuan!
Wu Youyuan, Boss Wu's elder brother!
"Weren't they supposed to be with Young Master Luo? How did they end up..." Zhao Huai'an muttered to himself. "What... happened in the Flower House Palace while I was away?"
Seeing Sikong Zhaiyue's figure about to vanish from sight, Zhao Huai'an quickly suppressed his doubts and imitated Sikong Zhaiyue, crawling directly down the steep cliff.
His route was exactly the same as the little old man's!
"What the hell is going on with this guy?!"
Sikong Zhaiyue glanced back and broke into a cold sweat... How could he fail to recognize the technique Zhao Huai'an was using? It was clearly his own unique signature skill.
Huiye Qianfeng had come to Chiwang Tomb solely because Yang Ren, the leader of the Jiazi Army, had accepted White Steel City Lord's private commission to assassinate Yu Huatian.
He had not come for Chiwang Tomb in the first place, and had made no preparations to gather information. Thus,