The drafty attic, the decayed bed; the raised floorboards, the peeling walls.
Yin Meng sat on a wobbly stool, assessing her VIP room.
She knows very well that if she goes Walking Yin now, she should see gold and jade splendor.
But she is now very afraid of Walking Yin; each brief venture leaves her with the pain of someone chiseling into her skull.
Outside the attic, two maids stand.
They're not hard to handle; just flip down the other side to avoid them. Yet, here at the palace's periphery, there are still traps covered.
Most importantly, even if she leaves here now, she wouldn't know where to find her companions.
With no other choice, she could only take out some powder with weak toxicity but strong reaction from her backpack, snap off a piece of wood in the room, and rub it with the powder.
"Crackle, crackle..."
The red-and-blue smoke rises just like that.
She placed the wood by the window sill.
