Great Capital City outskirts.
Under a scarce moon and stars.
The chill of early winter swept through with the wind, gathering the light and brittle dead grass, issuing a crisp, crackling sound of breaking leaves, and from afar, the countless wild grasses were like a sea of leaves, stirred by a deft hand.
The undulation continued, then intensified.
A dark figure, moving soundlessly forward with the undulating leaf sea, glided as if being propelled by the leaves.
Her speed was remarkable. Having traversed several thousand meters through the vast wild grasses to reach the abandoned old building took her only a dozen seconds... And after leaving behind the grasses, with no more fluttering leaves to aid her, she left behind this leaf sea.
Ye Ningqiu lifted her gaze, watching the old building with a calm and steady look.
This was where Chen Mei was captive.
