Although she had long been prepared in her heart, when Xuanji returned to the inn and found that Yu Sifeng wasn't in the room, she was still greatly shocked.
The bedcovers were still half-folded, his bundle was left by the bedside, and the curtains were only half hooked. There was no mess, nor any signs of a struggle; it was as if he had just vanished into thin air. Xuanji slowly walked to the bedside and suddenly lifted her hand to flip over the blanket—its warmth was still there, but the person was gone.
"Oh, I'm still a step too late!" Liu Yihuan knocked on his head helplessly, searching around the room, trying to find some clues. "All his belongings are still here... The boy didn't even take his sword! Huh, he didn't even get dressed! Could it be he was carted away stark naked?!"
