Luo Chen nodded, signaling Qing Shuang to stay quiet, and then silently approached the City Lord's Mansion, trying to eavesdrop on the monks' conversation.
Qing Shuang followed closely behind, the two moved like ghosts in the night, trying not to make any sound.
"Where do these monks come from?" Qing Shuang whispered.
"I'm not sure either, but there is a certain evil aura about them, unlike orthodox Buddhist Sect disciples."
Luo Chen replied, his brows furrowed, clearly perplexed by the situation at hand.
The two observed in the dark for a while, noticing that these monks seemed to be waiting for something.
Luo Chen decided to take a risk and get closer, he signaled Qing Shuang to stay put, while he turned into a wisp of smoke, stealthily approaching the monks.
Luo Chen placed his ear against the wall, listening carefully to the monks' conversation.
"We must ensure the plan is foolproof, no one inside the City Lord's Mansion should be spared." A deep voice echoed.
