On the fourth night, Tang Song took advantage of the men guarding him falling asleep and quietly slipped out of the cave.
He did not dare delay and sped all the way toward the Tang Sect. At times his body looked normal, at times it hunched over. The muscles in his arms bulged uncontrollably, and his nails would suddenly grow longer.
He knew the Tang Sect was under tight security now, but he knew its defenses like the back of his hand. From the inner sect to every path leading to the medicinal herbs storehouse, every sentry post, even the guards' shift rotations—he remembered everything clearly.
As dawn approached, Tang Song reached the Tang Sect's outer wall. Avoiding the guards at the main gate, he crawled in through an abandoned drainage outlet. Back when he had been in charge of punishments, he had left this passage as an emergency route. No one but him knew about it.
After entering the inner sect, he moved quickly along the base of the walls, doing his best to avoid the patrolling Disciples.
The Tang Sect's security was even stricter than he had expected. The patrol team had doubled in number and conducted inspections every half hour. The medicinal herbs storehouse was surrounded by three layers of guards, and a tracking jade had been placed at the entrance. The moment an outsider approached, it would sound the alarm.
Tang Song hid in the shadows and stared toward the medicinal herbs storehouse, calculating his options. He had originally planned to strike late at night, when the guards relaxed, but now it seemed there would be no such chance.
He tried circling around to the back of the medicinal herbs storehouse, where there was a small window once used for ventilation. He had entered through it