The rear courtyard was serene and simple, with only a pavilion and a few stone tables scattered around.
The stone tables were spotless, indicating that disciples frequently cleaned them.
Qin An entered with his hands behind his back, gently brushing against the Cold Star Saber at his waist, when suddenly he heard hurried footsteps behind him.
Liu Cheng quickly caught up, a fleeting panic in his eyes, but his face showed eagerness: "Mr. Qin, though this backyard is simple, it was meticulously designed by a famous expert. How about I explain its mysteries to you in detail?"
His words were respectful and flawless.
But only he knew how dangerous that moment just was.
Fang Hu was hiding here, and the lifeline of the Thunderfire Sect was tied here as well.
Even though Fang Hu was disguised as a servant, any slight mistake could lead to the downfall of the entire sect.
Years of effort would vanish in an instant.
His head would hang at the gates of the Evil Extermination Bureau.
