The Medical Hall had no patients under observation, except for Mo Qianxue.
The doctors and shop boys on duty had all fallen into a deep sleep. Mo Qianxue was no exception. The entire Medical Hall was eerily quiet, with only the howling wind remaining.
This slight wind noise suitably masked the movements of the people in black. Of course, their actions were already light, which showed the depth of their skill.
A group scaled the high courtyard wall and landed silently, with only a faint rustle from their clothing being audible. But that was all it would take; a gust of wind could cover even that up.
Coming to the steps, the leader halted, raising a hand in a gesture to stop, and the others immediately ceased movement.
The leader took the lead on the corridor, listening carefully outside each room before finally settling on one on the east side.
He drew a dagger, inserted it into the door crack, planning to pry open the bolt, but then he found there was no latch to begin with.
