"Lead the way to Anjing pavilion, Ming 'er. Don't ask yet, I'll tell you when we get there," said Madame Lei. Both of them ran this time.
About what happened earlier, Madame Lei had him carried her because she knew the enemies lurked somewhere in the estate. With Lei Ming's power of wind, she assumed they would reach the pavilion faster and set up a trap for the enemies. But she didn't expect the enemy's void of power could run at the same pace as Ming. This was a piece of new information for her. Anyway, they eliminated that obstacle now; she hoped.
They made it inside Anjing in no time. Madame Lei looked at the run-down place and shook her head when she stepped on those broken tiles inside. Dusk had settled but the full moon gave them the light through the roof holes, so moving inside was not a problem. She moved her head, glancing around, searching for something. And there… on the wall, an old dusty painting of a lady with blue hair hung.
