In Sheng Tian, at Wangyue Tower.
Several black figures suddenly leaped out from the top of the tall building. Under the moonlight, it was clear that they were wearing identical black robes, embroidered with yellowed maple leaves.
"Let him escape again, truly slippery!"
"The entire city has been under martial law for almost half a month now, and if we don't achieve any results, the Holy One will surely be furious."
"Sigh, there's really nothing we can do. That thief's lightness skill is remarkable, and his martial arts cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds. At this rate, we might need the leaders to subdue him."
"Unfortunately, both leaders have gone to Qingzhou, and the jianghu has been quite unsettled lately."
"Let's return to the gate first. We mustn't give that vile thief a chance to catch us alone."