On the compass, the needle swayed gently.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the compass.
They held their breaths and waited for the results. Once the compass sensed the thief, they would swarm over, capture him, and execute him in public.
However, the needle continued to sway and did not stop.
"What's going on?"
Everyone was puzzled.
The East Peak Mountain elder was also puzzled. He looked at the compass carefully and said, "The thief probably used some unknown technique and managed to run very far away.
"The further away he is, the more blood the compass needs. Just wait a moment!"
As he said that, he pinched his fingertip and dripped a few more drops of blood onto the compass.
He stopped after about twenty drops. "This should do it!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
They had not lost the thief for too long, and he could not have run away too far even if he had some secret technique. That much blood should be enough.
