Before the long night ended, before dawn…
The commotion in White Millet Town had already calmed down. Only the shouts of some soldiers sounded in the distant restaurants.
In the room on the second floor of the inn, Ye Jingtang was sitting cross-legged on the bed, circulating the Jade Bone Dragon Form Picture to temper his muscles and bones while his ears were paying attention to the slightest noise in his surroundings.
After an unknown period of silence, the sound of a bird flying past came from the window, followed by the soft sound of claws kicking the window.
Tap, tap, tap…
Ye Jingtang opened his eyes, stood up with his saber in hand, walked to the window, and opened it. A white ball crawled in and fell straight on its back on the bed, pointing its claw upward. "Chirp…"
