The final day when the Ghost Thief was expected to appear.
As the sun gradually set, the faint presence of someone could be felt near Mount Wudang.
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Someone was swiftly moving through the underbrush, their figure shrouded in black from head to toe. Their movements, though fast, exuded an air of urgency.
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After traveling for some time, the figure reached their destination, landing silently on the ground and hiding themselves. In front of them stood a small outpost, guarded by disciples of Wudang, vigilantly patrolling the area.
The figure's eyes gleamed.
That was itâthe place that held their objective.
"The location of the treasure."
This was where the treasures of Mount Hua and Wudang were being kept. Tomorrow, after the predetermined five days had passed, the treasures would be exchanged and returned to their respective sects for safekeeping.
It was a security measure to prevent unexpected incidents.
The figure shifted their gaze, locking eyes on someone.
Among those guarding the outpost stood a woman of striking appearance. Dressed in immaculate white martial robes beneath a light blue outer garment, she radiated an air of composed elegance.
She was none other than the current Sword Queen of Plum Blossom, standing guard over the treasures of Mount Hua.
The sight of her made the figure bite their lip.
"Half a shichen."
(Half a shichen equals approximately one hour.)
In half a shichen, the Sword Queen would leave her post. The window of opportunity would be fleeting, but for the figure, it would be enough.
Time passed.
The figure remained hidden, waiting for the critical moment. When exactly half a shichen had elapsed, the Sword Queen began to move.
This was it.
The long-awaited chance. Though her absence would only last a few moments, it was now or never.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Suppressing the cold sweat running down their body, the figure summoned their internal energy, preparing to act. All they needed to do was charge in, seize the treasure, and escape.
Yes, that would be enough.