Like two moving shadows, they silently slipped into the periphery of the camp already controlled by the Garrison Army.
Inside the camp, soldiers were clearing the battlefield.
No one noticed the two uninvited guests skirting past the blind spots of their vision.
Soon, they arrived again at the concealed crack entrance beside the Black Stone Giant Puppet's corpse.
Fang Qingyu did not enter immediately; instead, he squatted, his sharp gaze meticulously searching the disturbed snow and ice around the entrance.
Moments later.
The tense corners of his mouth relaxed slightly.
Below an inconspicuous rock edge inside the entrance, a thread finer than a hair remained taut and intact.
"Did you leave this?"
Jiang Wei's voice rang out, with a hint of understanding.
"Yes." Fang Qingyu responded softly, a flash of approval in his eyes, "It seems that the soldiers Captain Qin brought out are very disciplined."
Before leaving yesterday, he had laid this nearly undetectable guard device.
