Yan Xing and Jingsheng stealthily infiltrated Tianfu village under the cover of darkness, carefully surveying the surroundings. The village comprised roughly a hundred houses, and the majority of its inhabitants were sound asleep at the moment. Only a few houses were lit with oil lamps.
At first glance, everything appeared to be in order and there seemed to be nothing wrong with the village. However, Yan Xing squinted his eyes, and using his lightness skill, he leaped onto a nearby rooftop to further scrutinize the area.
As he surveyed the village, a sudden noise caught his attention. Turning his head to the right, Yan Xing could hear the faint sound of a window being pushed open.
