Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

Mae So-yeong, commander of the Blood Flame Unit, and her subordinates moved secretly by mountain paths under the cover of night, and after seven days, they had finally crossed into the northern region of Sichuan.

Using the darkness as their veil, they slipped into hiding near Guando, just a short distance from Tangga Mountain, where the Tang Clan was located.

Because this was deep within the Central Plains, security was relatively lax. And to avoid detection, they ate raw meat from hunted animals, pushing forward without rest, day and night.

“We’ll lie in wait here! That map of the Tang Clan's grounds we obtained for retrieving the Blood-Water Venom Claw was useful.”

“Yes, Commander!”

Although the Tang Clan guarded Tangga Mountain tightly, they didn’t extend their patrols across the river, so settling near Guando wasn’t difficult.

Over the next two days, while hiding in ambush, they observed the area.

The only people Mae So-yeong saw entering and exiting the Tang residence were servants, maids, and what seemed like guards, carrying goods and supplies—none of them important.

Not a single key figure appeared.

But on the third day of their ambush, just before sunset, after sending out a few subordinates to hunt for dinner—

A group of horses rode out from the Tang residence.

Among them was a middle-aged man, a young boy dressed in white, and a number of attendants and maids—all heading toward Chengdu.