The bright moon hangs high, the sky is as dark as ink, and the world is silent.
Yun Ran moved with incredible speed, her figure as graceful as a startled swan, leaving a fading shadow in her wake.
Nangong Mo didn't dare get too close, keeping a certain distance as he followed from afar.
He chuckled inwardly: Who would have thought that girl's Qinggong was so good! Could it be that she's practiced it frequently by stealing?
About half an incense stick of time later, Nangong Mo saw Yun Ran flip over the Minister Mansion's west wall, easily avoiding a few patrol guards, heading straight for the treasury.
The entrance of the treasury was guarded by ten men, their waists adorned with precious sabers, their right hands resting on the hilts, ready to draw and strike at any intruders.
A wisp of almost transparent smoke drifted with the wind, spreading silently.
The ten guards, who were originally vigilant and ready, fell to the ground one after another with a 'thud'.
