"Tap, tap, tap."
Zeng Anmin's footsteps were very light.
In this dense forest, they were barely noticeable, even softer than the insects chirping around him.
At last, he reached the corpse.
Zeng Anmin lowered his head and calmly looked at the body at his feet.
The corpse was dressed in black.
It had died peacefully.
By the moonlight.
Zeng Anmin could see clearly that the corpse's face was utterly ordinary, the kind that would never be recognized at first glance in a crowd.
"An Eastern Cult spy."
Zeng Anmin stroked his chin and slowly crouched down, reaching out to touch the corpse with extreme gentleness.
He knew all too well just how destructive his arrow had been.
One careless touch might reduce the body to scraps.
There was nothing else of note on the corpse.
After searching for a long while, Zeng Anmin found only a short flute and a wooden token.
"Lu Yi?"
Zeng Anmin stared at the words on the token for a moment.
Six one.
Those were two numbers.
Since he knew little about the Eastern Cult's inner workings.
He did not speculate further and stored it in his Preparation Space.
"Patter..."
A sound came from beside his ear.
The instant Zeng Anmin heard it, he did not hesitate. Martial Arts Aura gathered in his palm, and he thrust it out fiercely.
Whoosh!
The corpse, clothes and all, turned to ashes.
He also stored the arrow shaft left on the ground in his Preparation Space.
Then Zeng Anmin heard a familiar voice:
"With sword in hand, I laugh aloud; I leave my door and roam the four seas!"
"My heroic heart swallows the cosmos; my chivalrous bones weather wind and frost!"
"Bai Ziqing, Northern Commander of the Imperial City Department, has come to take your life."