Bang! Bang-bang!
It was not yet dawn when someone suddenly knocked on the courtyard gate.
Sha LiFei had already changed clothes. He hurried to the gate and asked in a low voice through it, "Which friend might you be?"
"Through mountains and forests, following Boss Wan to make a living."
A somewhat hoarse voice sounded from outside.
Sha LiFei quickly opened the gate. A young man stood outside. His features were ordinary, except for his single, straight horizontal brow. He wore a sheepskin coat, and his black trousers were wrapped with bandages. He looked thoroughly rustic.
This is the Treasure Hunter?
Sha LiFei muttered inwardly, but he did not dare show the slightest contempt. With an ingratiating smile, he raised a hand and said, "You must be Brother Zhao. Please, come in."
By then, Li Yan and Wang Dao Xuan had also come outside. Both were dressed as if they were about to travel far, and both wore bamboo hats.
When he saw the newcomer, a flicker of surprise passed through Li Yan's eyes.
He could not smell anything from the other man!
Now that was strange.
According to Boss Wang of the Hearing Sound Pavilion, this Treasure Hunter possessed an ancestral skill. His name was Zhao the Donkey, and generation after generation of his family had traversed the deep mountains, specializing in helping Xuan Gate craftsmen find fine timber.
Though he was not considered an expert among Treasure Hunters, he was still one of the Xuan Gate People. He had to possess something extraordinary.
Could he be carrying some treasure that can conceal his scent?
Li Yan grew wary.
It seemed that his Nose Mystical Power was not omnipotent after all. If an expert used such a treasure to conceal himself while coming for an assassination, Li Yan might