Tree shadows swayed to and fro, the fallen leaves on the ground rustling.
In the faint moonlight, a figure of ink-black stealthily navigated through the forest, almost blending with the night. Upon closer look, another person could be seen carried on their back.
The piercing cold wind brushed past her ear, Jian Qing looked at the person beneath her, the broad and sturdy back providing her with an unparalleled sense of security.
This was her first experience with an assassination attempt, and she had surprisingly become the one being protected.
It was a situation she could hardly fathom in the past.
The increasingly urgent footsteps behind were drawing closer. Her eyes suddenly deepened, and she leant in towards the man's ear, "Xiaojing, put me down."
It would be better to deal with those people sooner rather than later.
In the midst of the shrubbery, Quan Jingwu abruptly halted his steps, his purple eyes seemingly detecting something odd.
