“Zhu Hun?” Solomon called out softly, but no one responded. The scene he had envisioned of the black-robed Zhu Hun stepping out of the shadows did not happen. Only the faint chirping of summer insects drifted in from outside.0

He shut the door behind him questioningly, then mumbled to himself. “Is there no one here?” 0

Still, no one answered, and the house remained silent. Solomon searched the entire cabin and found no one at all.0

“It shouldn’t be like this. We agreed to meet tonight to get the mission intel…” He furrowed his brow slightly, feeling a bad omen but still trying to reassure himself. Zhu Hun might have had something important to do tonight, so perhaps he would return by tomorrow at this time.0

Solomon had no choice but to leave, feeling slightly disappointed. After all, if he had obtained the precise location of the mission’s target tonight, he could have finished the first phase of the Shadow Hunter seat competition by as early as dawn, or at worst by the following evening.0

Since his mission’s target had twice been snatched away mid-hunt by Cassius and killed on the spot, Solomon already had lingering anxiety. Each day he failed to capture his target made him fear more that it would die under someone else’s hand.0

He certainly did not want to be eliminated in such a humiliating fashion as failing three missions in a row. That would not only mean failure but also make him a laughingstock.0

He took a deep breath and left the cabin,...0