The people on the roof moved with the utmost care, their footsteps so light that if Song Qingshu had not possessed such profound inner strength, he would never have noticed any movement above.
Where did so many experts come from in this wilderness? Song Qingshu was startled. Judging by their footsteps, those on the roof were either masters of lightness skill or top assassins highly trained in this art. Either way, they had come with ill intent.
Could my whereabouts have been exposed? Is someone planning to surround and kill me? The thought flashed through Song Qingshu's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. With his current martial arts, how could a handful of assassins possibly deal with him?
Just then, the people above spoke in deliberately lowered voices. "Why did we come east? By all rights, she should have gone west."
Another replied, "Everyone knows she intends to go west, so they've already laid a net across every major route in that direction. She's always been very clever—how could she fail to see through that? So I guessed she would most likely head east. Sure enough, these past few days, our investigation has uncovered traces of her."
"This time, all the elites from the main headquarters have been deployed. If we successfully capture her, the elders will certainly think highly of us. Boss, you'll rise straight to the top as well," the first man said ingratiatingly.
"Catch her first, then talk. Is the encirclement in place? We must catch her by surprise this time. If she becomes wary, she'll be even harder to capture next time." The leader snorted, though he could not hide the pride in his voice.
Song Qingshu gradually understood. Some sect was hunting someone down. There were countless factions in the world, and such things played