His gaze was locked onto the ground, scanning it inch by agonizing inch. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, the gleam reminiscent of a shooting star streaking across the night sky. In the shrubbery, several trampled patches were clearly visible. The grass was matted and bent to one side, as if ruthlessly crushed by feet fleeing in a panic; the blades lay limp, still clinging to flecks of mud and debris.
A surge of irrepressible joy welled up in Liang Song, as if, after long groping in the darkness, he had finally caught a glimpse of dawn. He mused to himself, "This might just be the path Old Qi took to escape. This is the flaw he left behind in his panic—I cannot let this slip away!" His heart began to hammer, the thumping sound echoing in his ears like war drums, urging him to quicken his pace. He followed the tracks, every step firm and powerful, kicking up dust from the earth beneath his feet.
Not far away, He Chenguang moved like a bolt of black lightning, surging toward the villa's rooftop terrace. His movements were robust and agile, his strides long—almost three steps at a time—his powerful legs coiling and extending like high-tension springs against the stairs. His arms swung in rhythm, driving his body forward like a cheetah sprinting across the plains, his form light yet full of contained power. All the while, his eyes scanned the surroundings with the vigilance of a precision scanner, leaving no corner unexamined. His hand gripped his weapon tightly; the cold touch of th…
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