Clue Three

A faint sheen of sweat beaded on Yang Songyu's nose.

She knew she could not panic. Whether it was an illusion or a real disappearance, Teacher Wen was definitely safer than she was.

He was far stronger than her.

So right now, the one she should worry about was herself.

Although her mentor had given her an advance gift—a standard-model Empire D-grade Armor Implant—the current situation was likely far beyond what a D-grade soldier-class implant could handle.

"I have to find them immediately. Moving alone in a place like this is practically courting death."

Yang Songyu suppressed the anxiety and trace of panic in her heart and began carefully observing her surroundings.

The corridors on both sides stood empty, while countless dazzling goods and shops lined the shelves, enough to make one's eyes swim.

Yang Songyu took several deep breaths, crouched down, raised her pistol in one hand, and took a small silver hexagonal object etched with exquisite patterns from her pocket with the other.

She pressed the little object, and a faint glow immediately lit up on it.

The white glow carried a slight silvery hue. As it shone onto the floor, a row of distinct footprints swiftly emerged.

The prints were small and slender, not very long, but they were clearly a girl's shoe size.

There were also rings of circular marks on the soles.

"These are my footprints." Yang Songyu examined them carefully, then used the little object to illuminate one side of her own prints.

The instant she did so, a chill surged through her entire body and shot straight to her head.

Beside the footprints she had left all the way here, there were no prints belonging to Teacher Wen Shenmin, nor were there any belonging to Zorn.

Instead, there was another set—small children's leather-shoe