Xue Yunrou spoke with cold certainty, "This person feared being identified by their writing. It's likely someone I know."
Li Xuan's heart sank. He looked around and quickly followed Xue Yunrou's line of sight, "Yunrou, were you looking at these earlier?"
In the gaze of the Tao-protecting Eyes, it could be seen that in the corner of the wall ahead, some moss was growing, along with several tiny holes.
"What is that? Why is there moss here?"
It seemed strange to Li Xuan that moss, which typically only exists in damp and cold areas, should be present in the teahouse located next to the Confucius Temple in Nanjing, a place usually bustling with visitors and customers.
Yue Qianqian looked puzzled as she saw nothing unusual.
"I thought something was off about this moss, so I prepared in advance." Xue Yunrou explained while pointing to her side.
At this moment, twelve purple talismans hovered around her.
