Meanwhile, Zhao Jia Rui was deep inside a cave near the river.
Two other disciples from the Qing Feng Sect were behind her.
They had followed the trail left on the ground by the robbers into the underground maze deep inside the cave.
"Which path should we take?" one of the disciples asked.
Zhao Jia Rui glanced upon the three paths in front of them, with the light from the torch in her hand flickering, unable to decide.
If the three of them checked on one of the paths by themselves, it would be faster.
But that would expose them to more risk.
"What do we do?" the other disciple also asked while glancing around into the darkness.
The torches in their hands could only light up the surroundings up to a few meters.
Any moment spent standing and waiting there caused more anxiety for them.
"Tsk." Zhao Jia Rui glanced at the disciple and said, "We will check on the path in the middle together."
She wasn't going to risk their lives by separating themselves.
