The eaves of Chongyang Temple caught the sunlight, casting sharp-edged shadows resembling blade tips. Wei Wuque stood right at the edge.
"Master, we couldn't find any trace of the Western Jin spies, nor the Lonely Smoke Sword."
Luo Shuo was drenched in sweat, his words trembling.
In order to encircle and eliminate the Western Jin spies hiding in Chongyang Temple, Xique Pavilion had mobilized all its forces. Yet, they hadn't expected to find not even the faintest trace.
They had searched Yuanfeng Building, Miaoshang Temple, and Chongyang Temple. Now, with another fruitless attempt, it seemed likely the Western Jin spies had already left the city.
Compared to Luo Shuo's panic, Wei Wuque was unnervingly calm—so composed that Luo Shuo couldn't fathom the reason behind his serenity.
Wei Wuque gazed towards the direction of the western city gate and said, "They took the mountain road at Jinmen Pass."
Luo Shuo's pupils shrank, and he softly sighed, "As expected…"
