Returning to the Xiao Residence in search of treasure tonight had proved richly rewarding.
The unexpected discovery of a Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, a treasure of the Tang Sect, had done much to lift Fang Han's gloom over his failure to achieve Grade Entry.
He touched the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder tucked inside his robe, and the corners of his mouth rose.
Leaving the stone storeroom, he retraced his steps and soon reached the entrance to the Rockery ruins.
He spread his Transformed Force senses, taking in everything within a hundred zhang.
No one stood near the Rockery ruins.
The eight guards had split into four groups and were patrolling the boundary between the front courtyard and rear garden, some distance from the ruins.
Gu Chenglin's and Wang Ze's bodies lay beside the rubble. The lantern's embers had long since gone dark, sending up one last wisp of smoke in the night breeze.
Fang Han sprang away without a sound, leaving the Xiao Family grounds.
He moved in one fluid motion. From the ruins to beyond the wall took only a few breaths.
The poor Xiao Family had yet to realize what had happened, and Fang Han had already carried off its most valuable treasure.
After leaving the city, Fang Han returned to his little fishing boat.
The night was deep, and only silver moonlight fell across the Dragon King River.
The boat rocked gently with the current, its planks tapping softly against the water.
Fang Han leaped aboard, sat cross-legged at the bow, and opened the bundle inside his robe to count the Treasure Pills he had brought back.
Inside the bundle.
A dozen or so jade and porcelain bottles lay neatly arranged, wrapped tightly in strips of cloth.
Fang Han undid the strips one by one and set