Wu Duan stood frozen for a long while. Only then did he nervously put on his shoes, slip out of his room, and quietly wake two of his trusted men.
The men crept to the storeroom to fetch fire strikers, lamp oil, and other supplies, then tiptoed toward the guest rooms where Chen Lan and Chen Mo were staying, ready to burn both rooms down and leave no loose ends.
What Zhao Huayuan hadn't told Wu Duan was that Dark Jin warriors had an extraordinarily keen sense of smell for ordinary people within several yards.
Chen Mo had already fallen asleep, but the moment Wu Duan and the others came within a yard, he suddenly opened his eyes.
There really is something going on tonight...
He soundlessly got up and pressed himself against the door and windows, listening for movement.
Before long, Wu Duan had ordered his two trusted men to pour lamp oil at the corners of the walls on the east and west sides.
Since breaking through to Dark Jin, Chen Mo's five senses had grown far sharper than an ordinary person's. He instantly caught the smell of lamp oil and roughly guessed Wu Duan's plan.
"Wu Duan himself definitely has no reason to kill me. Zhao Huayuan or Liu Zongsheng must have forced him to do it."
Then another thought crossed his mind.
"But they're not that stupid. Wu Duan alone definitely couldn't burn me to death, unless... they're going to strike at the same time."
"Once the fire starts, they'll barge in and attack me. After killing me, they'll kill Wu Duan too, making it look as though Wu Duan burned me to death and accidentally got himself killed in the process. What a vicious plan."
"They're going to such lengths instead of attacking me directly