Night fell. Zhou Rui returned to her room to rest.
Dozens of special arrowheads pierced through the sect's grand formation, slipping into various parts of the compound without triggering an alarm.
"It seems to be someone from within the sect familiar with this formation... or perhaps they were subjected to Soul Searching," Zhou Rui whispered. She expanded her divine sense, concealed her aura, leaped into mid-air, and brandished her folding fan.
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