Duan Rong's gaze swept around, confirming that everyone in this underground space had already fainted, then he once again moved stealthily into the staircase.
His figure flickered, and he was already at the pierced iron door. He felt around the guard for keys and opened the iron door from inside. Since it was opened with a key, a large array of bells above his head did not make a sound.
Duan Rong moved like a phantom, traversing through various rooms on the first floor. His sleeve flickered, scattering medicinal powder as he went, causing those attendants inside the rooms to fall into a deep sleep.
Only then did Duan Rong leap out from a certain window, like a bird flying in the night, stepping onto the flying eaves and brackets, quickly reaching beneath the rooftop eaves.
Duan Rong drew out the Frost Patterned Phosphor Crystal Saber embedded into a beam mortise, then took off the carrier pigeon affixed to the tip of the saber.
