The night was silent. Moonlight, like liquid silver, poured through the sparse leaves of the forest, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
Chen Qing moved silently through the woods, pushing his Startled Swan Escape Shadow Technique to its limit. He left behind only the faintest whisper of a breeze brushing against the blades of grass.
He was following the faint trail left by Miao Zhicheng and Lu Da as they fled.
He was certain of the direction.
However, after several miles, the trail seemed to vanish into thin air.
Aside from the chirping of insects and the rustle of the wind, the woods were silent.
'Where did they go?'
Chen Qing stopped, his brow furrowing slightly. 'They were so heavily injured. There's no way they could be this fast, let alone leave no trace.'
'Did they have backup?'
'Or did they use some special Concealment Technique?'
