"Get lost."
Shen Muyu's chilly voice drifted over with the night breeze.
She touched a spot on her waist, her expression completely icy.
"Who is it? I didn't think there'd be such an expert in Qingshuo County..."
As she flipped her hand, a note appeared, left behind by the mysterious adept hidden among the crowd.
There were a few crooked words scrawled on it.
"Yu Rong at Jiufeng Mountain seeking death."
There was also a map, similarly scribbled, barely legible.
Shen Muyu's expression shifted slightly.
Who could it be?
A sudden whooshing sound broke the silence above her, prompting Shen Muyu to reflexively draw her sword. She then saw an old man with a wine pot descend from mid-air.
Seeing that Shen Muyu was unharmed, the old man sighed with relief.
"Little ancestor, what are you searching for in the middle of the night when you should be sleeping?"
"You think this Yu Rong could be the traitor Ding Rong we're looking for?"
Shen Muyu handed the note to the old man.
