Xin Zhanhong panted heavily, casting a cold eye over the bodies strewn about before tilting his head back to gaze at the endless night sky.
Rain poured down his face, giving his expression a savage and somber look.
"Let's go!"
Xin Zhanhong withdrew his gaze, turned, and leaped into the darkness, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing immediately flickered in form, darting into the woods.
Without any delay, he ran deeper into the forest and found his steed.
Mounting the horse, he spurred it into a frenzied gallop.
Around dawn, Fang Zhixing returned to Yixiang House.
Hongye was still awake and came out to meet him, her surprise apparent at the sight of Fang Zhixing's complexion, "What happened?"
Fang Zhixing replied, "The mission failed."
He gave a brief explanation.
Hongye's breath hitched, and she responded with a serious tone, "I'll notify the young master and his lady immediately."
The night passed quickly.