At sunset? By then, Mo Yi would be back too.
Were they really not going to act any earlier?
Mo Yi was a formidable opponent. One wrong move, and they would lose the entire game.
"We have to wait until he returns," Yang Qing said. "When he enters, there will be a slight fluctuation in the formation."
This was what Yang Qing had discovered from keeping his eyes on the formation over the past few days.
Whenever one of Mo Yi's trusted subordinates entered or left, the formation would fluctuate slightly.
And it was precisely that fluctuation that revealed another, previously concealed layer of the formation.
Mo Yi's subordinates had never paid attention to this, however, allowing Yang Qing and the others to find a loophole.
"Hero Pei, we'll need you to strike with all your strength in a moment. If we miss our chance, none of us will get out today," Yang Qing said, looking at Pei Buji.
Pei Buji nodded, and the four of them gathered together to wait for Mo Yi's return.
The sun gradually sank toward the west, and the light outside dimmed little by little.
Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou stared fixedly at the corridor outside their room, which Mo Yi would have to pass through on his way over.
Soon, they heard a faint disturbance at the entrance, along with indistinct cries of "Your Highness."
"Hero Pei, Qian three, Kun four—strike!"
The moment he heard the disturbance, Yang Qing spoke.
Mo Yi would appear in the corridor before long.
Pei Buji sprang into the air and unleashed a palm strike in the direction Yang Qing had indicated.
Crack, crack, crack... Something seemed to be shattering.
But Yang Qing had not finished speaking. "Li nine, Kan seven!"
Pei Buji struck again.
This time, the disturbance