The sky was just beginning to brighten.
The first golden rays of dawn had just pierced the clouds, scattering across the sprawling mountain range of the Cangyun Sect.
In the exclusive courtyard of the First Disciple.
Inside Jiang Che's room.
He was already dressed neatly in black martial attire.
At this moment, he stood by the window, his gaze calmly fixed on the brightening sky outside.
However, his consciousness had long since split into two invisible threads, stretching beyond the courtyard and even further into the distance.
One thread of his consciousness was connected to the black-feathered crow that had long become his most capable "scout."
Right now, this ordinary crow was perched silently amidst the branches of an inconspicuous old tree outside the Vice Sect Leader's courtyard. The dense leaves were its best camouflage.
Through its eyes, Jiang Che could clearly see that Xie Songnian's normally quiet courtyard was bustling with people coming and going today.
