On the same night, three hooded figures moved silently along the perimeter of the Huang manor. Their robes obscured their identities, and two of them wore peculiar glasses-like artifacts that glimmered faintly under the moonlight.
Two of the figures carried two large bags each, stuffed to the brim.
"Brother Feng, are you absolutely sure about this? If we get caught, we'll be in serious trouble," whispered Tan Wei, his voice filled with apprehension.
Under his hood, Feng Fan smirked. "Don't worry. Sometimes, you have to take risks to reap the rewards. No risk, no gain, right?"
Before Tan Wei or Bai Tao could protest further, Feng Fan took action.
Activating his spiritual qi vision, he scanned the protective array encircling the Huang manor.
'This array is far inferior to the White Crow Sect's protective barrier. There are plenty of flaws to exploit, and it seems to function mainly as an alarm system.'
