Xuan Ying lay prone on the roof, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's, quickly scanning the surroundings, trying to find a suitable vantage point.
However, when he tried to pry open the window paper as usual to find out what was inside, he discovered that the windows of the Hall of Mental Cultivation were all made of crystal-clear glass.
The glass shimmered with a cool and captivating luster under the moonlight, resembling an insurmountable ice wall, undoubtedly greatly increasing the difficulty of spying on it.
Xuan Ying couldn't help but grit his teeth, as if a trace of helplessness and anxiety was between them, but his years of experience allowed him to quickly calm down.
He took a deep breath, letting the cool air fill his lungs, adjusted his state, and continued to observe patiently.
Finally, after a meticulous search, he found a half-open window.
However, the window's location is rather awkward; if one gets too close, it's very easy for the diligent guards at the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation to spot it.
The guard's eyes were sharp, like a dragon guarding a treasure, constantly watching the surrounding movements with vigilance.
It was as if no abnormality could escape his eagle-like sharp eyes.
Xuan Ying slightly raised her eyes, her gaze like a sharp sword, sharply scanning the surrounding environment, and quickly planning her route of action in her mind.
Then, holding his breath and concentrating as if he were completely immersed in the darkness, he carefully moved toward the window.
Each step landed as softly as a feather falling to the ground, trying not to make a sound.
His body moved across the rooftop like a ghost, each movement fluid and precise, as if he had reached some kind of tacit understanding with the dark environment.
As he moved, he kept a close eye on the guards' movements, his gaze like that of a hunter locking onto its prey, never daring to relax for a moment.
His eyes followed the guard's movements, subtly shifting as he constantly calculated the distance and angle between himself and the guard.
After confirming that the guards were not looking in his direction and that the patrol rhythm was normal, he finally went to the window and slowly leaned out to look into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Unfortunately, the location was not ideal, and the light inside the hall was dim, like a deep and mysterious fog, making it difficult to see the truth within.
He could only vaguely make out a blurry figure, which appeared and disappeared in the dim light.
Like a mysterious ghost, it was impossible to see the details of the inner room.
Xuan Ying felt a growing anxiety, as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, causing him a sense of unease.
But he knew he couldn't panic at this moment. The more critical the moment, the more he needed to stay calm. Calmness was his most powerful weapon in this dangerous situation.
He observed the figure again carefully, trying to determine the other party's intentions and identity from the posture of standing, the rhythm of breathing, and the subtle movements of the body.
Once he was sure the person's attention wasn't on him, Xuan Ying made a quick and swift leap into the hall.
When he landed, his steps were as light as a ghost, making almost no sound, and naturally did not attract the attention of the figure.
In that instant, he seemed to merge with the darkness, successfully evading the enemy's perception, like an invisible assassin, silently infiltrating this mysterious realm.
After landing, Xuan Ying did not act rashly, but waited quietly for a while, like a black panther lurking in the shadows.
He calmed his breathing and observed the activity inside the hall.
His eyes gleamed warily in the darkness, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any moment.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he began to move his feet carefully, each step filled with caution, as if walking on thin ice, where a slight misstep would lead to a fall into the abyss.
He leaned slightly forward, his hands clenched into fists, ready to deal with any potential danger.
Finally, he arrived silently like a ghost at the inner room and peered into it through the crack in the door.
The emperor lay quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, his face as pale as paper, devoid of any color, like a lifeless statue.
The bed looked particularly lonely in the dim light, as if it bore the fate of the entire country and was now teetering on the brink of collapse.
Above the beam, there was a faint, shadowy figure, like a mysterious ghost, lurking there quietly, as if waiting for some opportune moment.
Xuan Ying was now certain that neither of these two were the Emperor's secret guards.
It seems that there are indeed hidden secrets within the Hall of Mental Cultivation. A storm may be brewing, and he is at the eye of the storm.
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