The monks of Chongxing Temple stayed behind closed doors, while danger loomed outside the temple.
The Twelve Signs of the Spy Department seemed to weave a net in the narrow alley, and then the prey walked right into it.
Bai Long stood with his hands behind his back on the bronze incense burner: "It's easy to predict your hiding place and guess your retreat route. Leader Han had great water skills, nicknamed the River Flipping Python. If you go into the water, even a Great Grandmaster in the Divine Realm might not be able to do anything to you. Recently, the water route from Luoma Market Street has to pass through here, so we came to wait for you."
Han Tong tensed his body, slightly adjusting his posture to avoid revealing a flaw. But there were too many Signs present this time; two of the Top Three Signs were here, and no matter how cautious he was, it was futile.
