Chen Ye's lips couldn't help curving upward, revealing a faint, elusive smile.
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He retrieved a set of black clothing from the room, quickly slipped it on, and tucked the Silver Crow Blade diagonally beneath the belt at his waist.
With everything fully prepared, he pushed open the back window, leaped, and slipped soundlessly out of the courtyard.
The night was deep.
Linchuan City, having suffered through several devastations, appeared exceptionally desolate even after recovering some of its vitality; not even the barking of a dog could be heard.
Employing the Dragon Snake Steps and bolstered by the Hundred Steps of Divine Movement, Chen Ye quickly melted into the nocturnal darkness.
His toes tapped lightly against the ground, and his figure glided out like a phantom, his speed startlingly fast.
Moreover, every time he landed, a gentle force quietly neutralized the momentum, allowing him to move with almost not a shred of noise.
Only by carefully drawing close could one sense a stirring breeze.
He threaded through streets and alleys all the way, speeding toward Feng Cheng's residence.
Feng Cheng's dwelling was not difficult to find, as Wang Zhen's place was basically in that same neighborhood.
During the daytime, he had simply had his subordinates make a brief inquiry to learn where it was.
Chen Ye moved at extreme speed, dashing through the night.
Passing a street corner, he heard a burst of chaotic commotion.
Raising his eyes, Chen Ye saw a few Servant Soldiers sitting in a circle under a dim lantern, drinking and gambling while talking and laughing loudly.
These were soldiers slacking off on night watch.
Chen Ye paid them no mind, neither dodging nor evading, and simply walked straight