Time slowly passed by.
Gu Sheng silently hid in the shadows, waiting for the arrival of the Holy Sect cultists.
The night breeze of Qingping Lake carried a chill, and Gu Sheng silently pondered how to handle the situation later. He had already obtained the usual secret signals of the Holy Sect from Wang Chong, but acquiring the Bone Protecting Pill required a bit of cunning strategy.
An hour passed in the blink of an eye.
It was not yet 1 a.m.
Suddenly, the sound of strong winds rustling the reeds came from afar. Gu Sheng squinted to see two figures in black arriving one after another in the distance. The two spoke about something, then one of them quietly concealed themselves further into the reeds.
While the other stood with hands clasped behind, waiting by the lake.
Gu Sheng couldn't help but show a strange expression in his eyes.