In the dark, he couldn't see.
But once he engaged his technique, his senses peaked.
"Buzz~~!"
The poison bees from the Hundred Medicine Sect became Zhao Rong's pathfinders, extremely sensitive to scents and capable of burrowing through any crevice.
Some of the fights within the city had been stirred up by them.
Those carrying the scent of medicine had trouble with the poison bees and inevitably made noise, which made them easy for others to detect.
"One, two, three..."
Zhao Rong discerned the positions by sound, identifying three people.
Just then, the sound of fighting erupted again in the city.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Rong leapt from his window across the street to a window on the opposite side.
"Thump~!"
A readied longsword pierced through the paper window, stabbing at him!
He dodged with a swift move, his counter-strike with the sword hitting the man inside precisely.
With a successful hit, he withdrew his sword, kicked at the window frame, and leaped up.
