Late at night, the night watchman's clapper sounded faintly in the distance.
Chen Jing first snuffed out the dying candle in the room and changed into a black, close-fitting night outfit.
He then found a thick piece of black canvas and tightly bound Lu Chen's corpse together with the Armor-Piercing Repeating Crossbow, wrapping them into a bundle like a trussed pig before casually slinging it over one broad shoulder.
More than two hundred jin rested on his shoulder, yet for Chen Jing, now in the Bone-Forging Realm, it felt as effortless as carrying an ordinary sack of sponge.
Then Chen Jing lowered his body slightly. The rope-like muscles in his thighs instantly tensed, abruptly bursting forth like a fully drawn powerful bow.
His burly body moved like an exceptionally seasoned black panther.
Despite carrying more than two hundred jin, he seemed utterly unburdened. With a light tap of his toes against the wall, he silently flipped over the Red Sun Hall's courtyard wall.
Nanshan Province was now under military control and martial law throughout the city. If he ran across rooftops like some foolish thief at a time like this, he would be nothing but a live target for the military's repeating crossbows.
Chen Jing understood that perfectly well.
Thus, relying on the night vision of the Bone-Forging Realm, far beyond that of ordinary men, and his terrifying perception of the surrounding auras, Chen Jing chose the most concealed route, one that kept closest to the ground.
His entire body nearly melted into the shadows of the buildings, ghostlike as he darted at high speed through the dead corners of silent streets and the tangled dark alleys.
Even the sect's overt sentries and hidden posts, along with the military night patrols within the city, were easily avoided by Chen Jing.