"Shoo, shoo!" Two more gunshots rang out, each hitting somewhere in the darkness, yet the enemy remained silent, as if they had suddenly disappeared. Judging by the direction of the shots, there should be two people; could one of them be Lan Xue? Luo Zheng wondered if the other person might be the instructor.
There were two people stationed at the camp. Their number of enemies was unknown, and they seemed patient. Luo Zheng dared not take any chances. He used his family's Breathing Skill to adjust his breathing, blending himself with the surrounding environment to avoid exposure. He half-closed his eyes and calmly observed all around, listening intently to any sounds, not missing even the slightest movement. One moment of carelessness against a master meant only one thing: death.
