The whistling of the wind continued to ring in their ears.
Zeng Anmin and Bai Ziqing returned along the exact path they had taken. It was nearing the third lunar month, and even the night breeze felt mostly pleasant as it brushed against their faces. Although his posture was somewhat undignified, Zeng Anmin rode his "mount" all the way back into the Capital City.
TAP.
With a light tap of a toe against the ground, Zeng Anmin felt as if he were soaring through the clouds. In the next moment, they safely vaulted over the city wall of the Capital City.
"We can't linger here. We need to hurry back," Bai Ziqing said, beginning to strip off his night-stalking suit.
Zeng Anmin naturally followed suit. After taking off his own suit, he solemnly warned Bai Ziqing, "Tonight's events must rot in your stomach. Also, you must find a way to bring me along when Prince Qi's estate is raided."
