The darkness served as a cover as Yu Jian put on a black cloak and pull the hood over his head. The cloak rustled briskly with his large stride while Han Xiaowu tried to keep up with him. "Master, everything is done."
"Hmm." Thinking that he could see Qing'er soon put him in a better mood. "Well done." He took in a deep breath and felt the cold air soothed his lungs.
"Master, someone is following you." Han Xiaowu whispered before he dashed toward the shadow and disappeared from sight.
One moment later, the sound of small and rapid footsteps sounded behind Yu Jian. He halted and tried to hide his scowl before turning around. It was Shu Chenxing, her steps were light and airy, her dress flew elegantly along the wind as she push her hair behind her ear.
