Killing them was difficult.
Provoking them was even worse.
Daoist Falling Snow paused in the center of the courtyard, her expression turning serious. Closing her eyes briefly, she released her spiritual sense, letting it sweep outward like an invisible tide.
Every corner. Every shadow. Every inch of space.
Silence answered her.
There was no fluctuation of aura, no hidden presence, no sign of anyone lying in wait.
And yet…
Her brows furrowed deeper.
Instead of easing her vigilance, the emptiness only made her more cautious.
"Too clean…"
Her instincts warned her that something was not right.
If there truly was no one here, then either Lin Feng was recklessly confident… or everything had already been arranged beyond her perception.
Neither possibility was comforting.
"Where are you going, Sister Yun Wanqing?"
Tang Aining's voice came softly from behind, tinged with concern.
Daoist Falling Snow did not turn around immediately.
