Wang Ning cautiously trailed behind Zhuge Lian.
He had not casually said that "assassinating Zhuge Lian is harder than assassinating Zhu Tong." Assassination was different from combat; the only thing it valued was "efficiency." No matter the method, the goal was the most direct, rapid, and effective way to kill the target. Yet Zhuge Lian was proficient in Qimen Dunjia and yin-yang divination, techniques that could imperceptibly affect the efficiency of Wang Ning's assassination. Faced with something so mysterious and unfathomable, Wang Ning did not dare claim he could succeed with absolute certainty.
Moreover, Wang Ning could sense a perceptive force intermittently focusing on Zhuge Lian from the shadows. It seemed someone else was also keeping an eye on Zhuge Lian. Wang Ning did not dare make any rash moves for the moment, merely pushing his concealment abilities to their limit.
The internal layout of this castle was far from simple. Within the steel walls that stood over ten meters high were building after building, with the houses forming streets between them. At the very center of the castle stood a Japanese-style fortress, which was presumably where Zhu Tong and the others lived. Wang Ning felt they were either too idle or had something wrong with their heads. They only needed to stay for three days, yet they had gone to such lengths to build a castle.
But as Wang Ning continued following him, he discovered that Zhuge Lian was not simply taking a stroll. As Zhuge Lian walked and paused, he would always tamper with something—for instance, sticking a branch here or placing a stone there. At first, Wang Ning thought he had been discovered, but he soon dismissed that notion. He also found that the houses were not empty. Every single one held a person captive. Their mouths