As the words left his mouth, Feng Xue felt something brush against his leg. He knew Chen Xiyao was reminding him that she had heard him.
Feng Xue drew in a breath of True Qi, circulating his Internal Force throughout his body. With Breath Concealment combined with an assassin's footwork, his entire body seemed to turn into a faint streak of light and merge into the shadows. Though he was dressed in a White Robe, he stood out not at all.
Chen Xiyao had been staring fixedly at Feng Xue, but suddenly lost sight of him. Her heart lurched, yet she forced herself to stay composed, shuffling forward in tiny steps while lifting the cardboard box toward the room that she was not particularly familiar with, but which seemed connected to her by some mysterious force.
Two hundred meters was hardly a long distance for Feng Xue now. In the blink of an eye, he had already closed the gap to around fifty meters.
Looking at the patrols carrying lanterns, Feng Xue suddenly wondered whether he had been making a mountain out of a molehill. After all, the manager had already been lured away by him, and the rest were nothing but cannon fodder. Perhaps carrying Chen Xiyao straight in would actually have been faster?
At that thought, Feng Xue couldn't help regretting making Chen Xiyao crawl into the cardboard box. As the saying went, once you had a hammer, everything looked like a nail. Because he had this concealment item, he had instinctively planned his tactics around the cardboard box, completely overlooking the possibility of fighting his way in directly.
"Tsk... But now even I don't know where Chen Xiyao is. It's too late to change plans." Feng Xue muttered as he kept gauging the distance between himself and