The courtyard backed onto wooded hills, away from the clamor of the funeral in the sect's main grounds. The vegetation was serene, the courtyard clean and tidy, and the buildings elegant yet simple. It was indeed a rare haven of quiet.
"Chiliarch Su, these are the guest quarters. The courtyard has been cleaned, and water and meals will be delivered regularly. If any of you officers need anything, simply summon this subordinate at any time."
"Understood. You may leave."
"Yes, sir."
The white-robed disciple dared not linger. After bowing respectfully, he turned and hurried away.
Once the disciple had gone far enough and only their own party remained in the courtyard, Su Fei slowly raised his eyes toward the Crimson Flame Sect's main hall in the distance.
Su Fei kept feeling that Shi Haotian's death was definitely not as simple as dying of illness.
The timing was far too convenient.
Night came, and the full moon slipped behind the clouds.
Su Fei sat alone in his room, eyes closed as he regulated his breathing.
By midnight, all was still, and even the disciples on night duty had begun to doze.
Su Fei opened his eyes and rose silently. He removed his Demon Suppression Bureau uniform and changed into a fitted black night outfit.
He pushed open the door, lightly tapped the ground with his feet, and executed the peerless lightness technique Fleeting Light Shadow. Silently, he swept out of the guest courtyard and threaded his way among the Crimson Flame Sect's mountain paths and buildings.
Under cover of darkness, his figure skimmed along walls and beneath eaves, rising and landing without a trace. Not one of the patrolling disciples or concealed sentries stationed throughout the sect noticed the slightest anomaly.
Su Fei first headed straight for the sect master's mourning