Emptying Han Feng's Treasure Vault, Heading for the Black Emperor Sect

After night fell, Maple City's streets became a completely different sight from the daytime.

Most of the shops that had behaved themselves during the day had closed their doors, replaced by all sorts of vendors emerging from the alleyways.

Some sold counterfeit pills, some sold magical beast materials of unknown origin, and some sold stolen Dou Technique scrolls. People of every sort squatted at alley entrances with a piece of cloth spread before them and a few items laid out on it, and that counted as opening for business.

Buyers and sellers did not even need to see each other's faces clearly.

Lu Heng swept across the rooftops without stopping at any of those places.

His soul power was completely withdrawn, leaving only the most basic sensory range. As long as he did not actively release it, other experts would not notice him.

He suppressed the aura of a Two-Star Dou Zong to the utmost. In a city whose strongest fighters were only Dou Kings, no one could detect his presence.

The city's defenses were even weaker than what he had sensed during the day.

The Patrol Squads on the city walls were scattered sparsely about, chatting in groups of three or five while leaning against the battlements. Some even held wine flasks in their hands. The sentry posts throughout the city existed in name only, and the guards at several important intersections had simply abandoned their posts.

Lu Heng moved from the eastern district all the way to the central axis, carefully scanning every building that contained fluctuations of aura.

Two Dou Kings.

One was in a side building behind the City Lord's Residence, his aura rough and unrestrained. He was probably drinking. The other was cultivating in seclusion within an isolated courtyard in the northern district. His aura