Winter skies, the break of dawn comes exceedingly late.
Throughout the night, both sides affiliated with Ye Feng and Zhu Guangbo were busy. The Zhu's men were busily investigating each hilltop, searching for any traces possibly left by Ye Feng, while Ye Feng's people were scattered in the east, searching for those Fusang Ronin who had infiltrated.
"Ye Feng, what tricks do you still have up your sleeve?"
All night long, the mysterious Young Master behind Zhu Guangbo stayed awake, painstakingly recalling every little detail about Ye Feng throughout the years, yet failed to find any useful information.
All who could come to Ye Feng's aid had arrived.
And the outcome of the investigation revealed nothing unusual, apart from the few insignificant individuals previously hiding at Destiny Mountain.
Only Sky Sword Peak remained.
"Young Master, perhaps Ye Feng has run out of tricks?"
