Zheng Jingxuan

Night had fallen, and the streetlights on both sides of the road cast a dim yellow glow. The occasional pedestrian hurried past on their way home.

Xu Wuyi drove through several streets, gradually approaching his target.

That aura was moving slowly, as if taking a stroll, or perhaps observing the surroundings.

Xu Wuyi parked the car in the shadows, turned off the engine, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the person's condition with Order Force.

The aura was at the Xiantian level, around level forty-seven, matching the information Song Qingwu had provided.

There was a concealed quality within the aura, as though its owner had spent years habitually suppressing himself to avoid drawing attention. That was precisely the trait of a Martial Artist skilled in concealment and assassination.

Xu Wuyi opened his eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

After waiting five days, he had finally caught him.

He did not make a move immediately. Instead, he continued locking onto that aura with Order Force, observing the other man's movements.

The man was heading east along a street in the northern part of the city, taking nothing but secluded paths. He was clearly deliberately avoiding surveillance and crowds.

Lu Sheng. He really was cautious.

Xu Wuyi waited several minutes. Only after confirming that the other party had not noticed anything unusual did he push open the door and get out. He did not drive after him, instead proceeding on foot in that direction.

His steps appeared slow, yet were actually swift. With every step, his figure crossed dozens of meters.

This sort of footwork was nothing much at the Grandmaster realm, but he used it with great restraint, causing no energy fluctuations whatsoever.

Several minutes later, he stopped at the entrance to a secluded alley.

The alley was