The Thief Cries Thief

He felt as though he had struck Niu Youdao, but with the mist obscuring everything, he had not seen it and could not be sure.

If he had hit him, then under the Heaven Sword Talisman's destructive power, even if Niu Youdao had not died, he should have suffered grave injuries. Yet the situation beneath the shrouding mist was unclear, so he dispatched two disciples to eliminate any possibility that might arise.

Niu Youdao's refusal of the marriage proposal had already left him humiliated and furious. Now, after such a massive deployment had failed to capture him and had even wasted a Heaven Sword Talisman worth ten million, if Niu Youdao escaped again, he would have a hard time explaining himself when he returned.

The two disciples accepted their orders and swiftly vanished into the mist to search.

The others roughly understood his intentions.

Chu Fengping turned and swept his gaze around, then fixed his eyes on a disciple. He crooked a finger, signaling him to come over.

The disciple approached to pay his respects, his face full of unease.

Chu Fengping asked expressionlessly, "Were you in charge of the outer perimeter today?"

The disciple understood what he meant. If they had discovered him sooner, Niu Youdao would never have had the chance to approach this place. He would have been captured before getting close—how could things have spiraled into this?

He hurriedly explained, "Our personnel were distributed in a grid pattern. If someone came in from outside, it would have been impossible not to notice. He seemed to have suddenly appeared from somewhere nearby. This disciple truly had no way to guard against it."

Chu Fengping said, "Suddenly appeared? Can someone just appear out of nowhere without any process? Is that your excuse?"

"I..." The disciple had no answer.