C172 Emptyhanded

Half an hour had ticked by, and the elderly guide was still zigzagging ahead, leaving Yin Shiba and Ye Kong disoriented from all the twists and turns.

Yin Shiba's expression soured. "How much longer? Are we even close?"

The old man chuckled. "We're nearly there. That kid's place has to be hidden—given his daily mischief, he'd have been dead long ago otherwise."

They both nodded