Night clouds blurred the moonlight into a hazy outline. Yun Che skimmed the roof tiles on tiptoe, silently following that faint trace of a cultivator's aura.
The aura moved slowly, with the caution of someone deliberately suppressing it. After passing through just under half the city, it stopped at an abandoned factory complex on the outskirts.
Yun Che landed silently atop the factory's high perimeter wall and spread out his divine sense, immediately taking in the scene inside the factory building.
Three men in matching outfits were slowly closing in on a woman with an injured shoulder.
More importantly, he knew this woman. Her name was Jiang Cha, and she was his ex-wife Jiang Mo's older cousin.
To think she's an Acquired Realm cultivator. No wonder the original owner of this body never even dared meet his eyes in my memories. That invisible pressure had intimidated him.
Jiang Cha was also carrying a black briefcase. The three men pursuing her seemed to have come for it.
The man leading them said coldly, "Jiang Cha, you can't escape. Betraying the organization means certain death."
Jiang Cha snorted. "I was an undercover agent to begin with. How is that betrayal? Your secret research into Devil Muscle Man has seriously crossed the Martial Arts Association's red lines. Just wait for the law to punish you!"
Another man sneered. "Punish us? You'd need evidence first. You're going to die today, and whatever you went to such lengths to bring out of the organization will have to stay here."
Blood kept seeping from the wound in Jiang Cha's left shoulder. Her breathing had gradually quickened, and she was beginning to sway on her feet. Keeping the briefcase firmly behind her, she gripped a coldly gleaming short blade in her right hand and stared at the