'Firstly...'
'It's definitely not possible to just storm into Ning Wangfu and kill that old fox.'
'Even the intelligence gathered by Ming Sect noted that Ning Wangfu is replete with intricate traps and weird formations. It's certain to have escape tunnels. If I were to rush in there, I might barely make a move before that old fox burrows through an escape route. Even a crafty rabbit has three burrows; having operated in Jiangzhe for twenty or thirty years, God knows how many holes that old fox has dug in secret.'
In the fiery red sunset, Yang Ge stood with his arms crossed atop the low city wall, steadily gazing at the distant Ning Wangfu.
