Feng Wu had no idea where to go now, staggering aimlessly, falling every few steps she took. Now it was midnight, the streets were deserted, and a heavy downpour cloaked the city, ensuring even any passerby in a hurry wouldn't see her.
Even if they did see her, in this torrential rain and deep into the night, they wouldn't interfere with other people's affairs, who knows what kind of person she was? Could she be drunk? Could she be looking for a scam? Could she be setting up a "honeytrap"?
Unbeknownst to her, Feng Wu had somehow wandered near Ye Wudao's courtyard. She didn't even know why she had come here; she wasn't even aware she had arrived at this place.
At that moment, a person who had been following her glanced around the dark surroundings and decided it was a good spot to make his move. He quickened his pace, walked over, and stood in front of Feng Wu. When she looked up and recognized him as a man from Old Yan's side, she immediately knew what was about to happen.
