Death warriors immediately filed through the doorway and began searching beneath the bed and through the bedding.
The room was simple, with nowhere to hide.
But Ci Mang had heard someone call out for their parents, and earlier, in the middle of the Martial Arts Training Ground, he had also heard a breathy voice.
His hearing had always been sharp. He could not possibly have been mistaken.
Someone had slipped in using Unorthodox Magic Arts!
It had to be!
At the sight, the two invisible children nimbly dodged everyone in the room.
Xia Wanwan and Zi Xing were both children, small enough to quickly evade anyone's touch.
"Reporting to the leader, we found nothing!"
The death warriors stopped searching and reported to Ci Mang.
Wan Qu and Qian Ye breathed sighs of relief.
Xia Wanwan and Zi Xing also breathed sighs of relief.
The two exchanged a glance, crouched down, and swiftly slipped out beneath Ci Mang's arm!
Ci Mang felt a strange gust sweep outside. He immediately raised his blade and thrust viciously through the doorway!
Shhk!
The blade pierced something.
Blood slowly trickled down, staining its tip red.
Daoist Qianyun's eyes widened as he watched the blade sink into his chest, a serene smile on his lips!
Good! Very good! Absolutely wonderful!
So fucking wonderful! Haha!
This bastard had stabbed him once!
And now he had stabbed him again!
Last time, the man had stabbed him from behind while he was gathering medicinal herbs.
This time, the man had caught him off guard and stabbed him from the front!
On this long road of Dao cultivation, he seemed to have died, yet also seemed not to have died.
Standing in front of Daoist Qianyun, Xia Wanwan and Liu Zi Xing stared at the blade above their heads, deep