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"Chou Long" moved far less conspicuously than Yuwen Changtai. His figure flowed swiftly like ink splashed across a wall, his toes passing soundlessly over the moss as he hugged the cold stone walls along the buildings' outermost edges.
He had suppressed his aura until it was almost nonexistent.
The sheer distance kept him in a blind spot at the edges of every expert's perception, like a pebble sunk deep underwater, silently evading the vast sensory nets spread layer upon layer.
Neither Ma Zhibin and Lian Changzhi in the first section nor Yang Jingxue in the second sensed him.
At the northeastern corner of the Northeastern Attic-naturally, the very outermost edge.
The figure in the shadows had been lying in wait for some time.
"Chou Long's" gaze flickered like a cold serpent's tongue as he watched the Soul Saints fall into disadvantage, watched the Soul Saints fall into disadvantage, and watched the battle-halberd Soul Saint beaten to death by a group.
He remained unmoved!
He could make out a blurred silhouette behind the distant attic railing. Chen Xiaojun stood there steadily all the while.
At first, he had expected the young man to rush impatiently into the battle as he had before. He had even secretly planned a lethal ambush for the instant Chen Xiaojun left the attic.
The attic was a little too far from the end of the corridor where he hid. Seething battle and chaotic currents of Soul Power lay between them, making a precise killing strike an empty dream.
He needed Chen Xiaojun to come out.
Chou Long's cheek twitched slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing in the shadows.
He seemed to be chewing something soundlessly, until it finally escaped between his teeth