The sky turned dark, and a breeze blew away the clouds. A bright moon appeared in the sky above the town.
On top of a three-story restaurant outside Grasping Moon Alley, Pei Xiangjun, dressed in night clothes, was lying on the roof and carefully paying attention to the movements in the buildings. Beside her were two long spears wrapped in black cloth.
The big fluffy bird was squatting at the side. It had been flying back and forth on the roofs, paying attention to the situation inside and outside so that they could rush to each other's aid in time if anything abnormal happened.
It had been two hours since Ye Jingtang entered. From the signal of the bird, everything was normal. As expected, they were waiting for someone.
Pei Xiangjun knew that they had found the right place. The Grasping Moon Tower was in contact with the Prince of Wu, who was hiding. She was highly focused and paying attention to the surroundings.
