Stooping secretly, he felt his way to the base of the wall and saw its height. Internally, he couldn't help but complain, "Damn, it's so high. To get up there, it would take internal energy. But if I use too much, these people will definitely notice."
Oh, if only I hadn't practiced that old man's martial arts, the internal energy I trained was too conspicuous. Earlier, in the room, with the illusion powder on my hairpin, I could still cover it up. But what am I going to do outside?
So, he had no choice but to sneak to the other side. The guards were just as strict, but there was a legendary dog hole.
He began to hesitate—climb or not?
For him, the young master of the Marquis Mansion, to crawl through a dog hole? If word got out, wouldn't it be utterly humiliating?
But if he didn't climb, it would be difficult to escape next time.
Scratching his head, he thought, forget it, whatever happens, happens. Climb it is.
