In the dark of night, there was not a ripple, nor did anyone notice this scene.
The girl's profile was so cold, so exquisitely beautiful, just like a small cat leaping continuously, stepping on the glazed tiles, avoiding shadow after shadow, and evading one sentry after another.
She kept following the figure ahead of her.
But for some reason, she felt a constant unease in her heart, as if she were being watched by some terrifying entity.
This feeling had only come to her after she set foot on the city wall, it was vague and almost indifferent, and had she not possessed the Glass Sword Heart, she would not have sensed it at all.
With this thought, her movements became even swifter and more cautious, carefully weaving through the palace, step by step.
However...
What she hadn't noticed was, as she continued to leap through the air, a figure lingering under the eaves suddenly opened its eyes.
Its eyes were pitch-black, and its complexion deathly pale.
