"Lady Xue was called by you? When did this happen?"
In a dense patch of reeds, Peng Fulai covered his nose with a piece of cloth, looking at Li Xuan with surprise in his eyes.
At this moment, in front of them, there were over twenty incense sticks, each as thick as an adult's arm, slowly burning in the mud.
Under the shelter of the reeds, which were twice as tall as people, Xue Yunrou was performing her magic. She manipulated the breeze to direct the green smoke from the incense sticks towards three sailboats not far away.
"Who else could it be but me?" Li Xuan scoffed. His tone was dismissive. "You should know that these old boats and this factory could have many people guarding them. How could I not seek help? Not only Yunrou, but before leaving the city, I also called my sister-in-law, although she must have been delayed by something."
