After 15 minutes, the tightly closed door was pushed open, and a figure stood outside the door, glancing around alertly with a paper lantern in hand.
Naturally, the person was Yang Xiao. He didn't even bother looking at the areas inside the courtyard, but went directly to the Sleeping Gold Pavilion.
The reason was simple: he trusted his teammates. Those who had survived until now were no fools; they might have had their own agendas before the plan was set, but once decided, everyone would faithfully execute their part.
The more dangerous the situation, the more this held true—the only chance of survival was through joint efforts.
As expected, Yang Xiao instantly noticed the Blood Map left by Jiang Qingluan on the ground and the half-empty bag of ashes.
