The master next to him nodded slightly and advised, "Be careful, don't be complacent. Recently, the Saint Heir has strengthened the vigilance in the palace, and any suspicious spots cannot be overlooked."
The man nodded, cautiously drew the short sword from his waist, and carefully walked towards the direction where the sound came from the bushes.
His steps were extremely light, trying to suppress the sound of each step, fearing to alarm any potential threat. Ye Qingchen lurked in the shadows, watching every move of the master closely and holding his breath, striving to hide his presence to the weakest degree.
As the master approached, Ye Qingchen's body slightly tensed, ready to strike at any moment.
He knew that as long as the opponent was close enough, he could instantly subdue him without alerting anyone else.
The master soon arrived at the bushes, slightly bent down, and used his short sword to part the leaves in an attempt to find the source of the sound.
