Song Ning sniffed and studied their figures again in the dim light before sunrise.
She could not help feeling relieved.
Well, well.
They were all here!
She knew that scent.
It came from using the same soap over a long period.
She had smelled it not long ago when they shared the same kang bed.
It was Tian Mingfeng's scent.
Women, especially particular women.
They always gave themselves away sooner than men.
Even though she was wrapped tightly in a black cloak.
Song Ning had still recognized her immediately.
At the same time, an overwhelming sadness rose within Song Ning.
She even felt her nose sting with the threat of tears.
If the smaller black-clad figure standing ahead was Tian Mingfeng.
Then that "Master" at the rear of the group...
Barring any surprises, he had to be Zhou Yuanhang.
Although she had suspected him all along.
Now that the truth was about to come out, she had to admit that she still found it hard to accept.
Hard to accept that a hero's family member... was the leader of a criminal ring.
The shock felt like a wave crashing straight into her face.
She felt dazed, and bitter too.
Fortunately, the dim light concealed everything.
No one noticed the expression on her face.
The two groups met and exchanged a few brief words.
Soon, they continued forward.
Only this time, their eyes were covered again.
Because dawn was approaching fast.
They... or rather, their leader did not want his face to be seen.
Song Ning felt the path underfoot change from an uneven, weed-choked mountain trail to a track covered entirely in loose stones.
She felt herself being led into another confined space.
Then her hands were tied again, and someone behind her shoved her hard, sending her sprawling onto