Outside the tavern, the moonlight spills like water, flowing for thousands of miles.
Shui Zhongyue stood atop a distant roof, his eyes fixed intently on the private room's entrance of the Wuyang Tavern.
Having lost track of the young doctor last time, Huo Zhongyun had been punished according to the Demon Sect's rules, and to this day, he's still bedridden. Shui Zhongyue knew he absolutely must not follow in his footsteps and needed to keep a close watch on that young doctor.
"I really don't know why we have to keep an eye on, protect this young doctor," Shui Zhongyue muttered to himself.
Yet, as Shui Zhongyue watched the private room, a shadow silently flew out of the window without him noticing at all.
That person was none other than An Jing, who had concealed his Qi.
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Three Temple Mountain, the northern peak at Bright Moon Pavilion.
The peak was shrouded in mist and cloud, with winding mountain paths, and the moon seemed to hang just before one's eyes.
