Duan Rong leaned to the side, hiding in the shadows of the stable, and looked towards a clean and tidy horse stall not far away.
The horses in the stall were all groomed with bright coats, their stirrups and bridles neatly assembled. At the moment, there were two grooms dozing off against a wooden post under a dim lantern.
Duan Rong flicked his sleeve, and a cloud of powder was pushed forward by the wind from his hand.
The two grooms felt a cool breeze pass through, making them shrink their necks. The next moment, their bodies suddenly went limp, and they fell unconscious to the ground.
The instant they fell, Duan Rong's figure appeared as if by magic, dragging the two into the shadows beside them. He then stood in the shadows, gazing intently at the second horse from the east.
