C174 Tracking the Lost

At two in the morning, Cao Jiang was deeply asleep in his soft bed, a luxury Qiu Sanshao seldom allowed himself to indulge in. He was well aware of the toll the recent events had taken on Cao Jiang, especially the wistful look in his eyes the day before.

Qiu Sanshao had gotten wind of the fact that the treasure's entrance was now under strict surveillance