Baihe and Yingsu had a rabbit, Feng Xuxu had half a chicken, and the leftovers were finished off by Jueqing and Xuefei. Feng Xuxu quickly washed up before going back to sleep on the horse carriage.
In the dead of night, around three in the morning, several sneaky figures quickly made their way towards the mountain forest.
Sleeping inside the carriage, Feng Xuxu suddenly opened her eyes, sat up, and woke up Yingsu and Baihe beside her.
"Hmph, since you've come, just show yourself," Jueqing had just finished speaking when his clothes billowed without wind. After the breeze, a man clad in tight black clothing appeared before them.
"Is it him?" Yingsu asked in surprise.
"Who?" Feng Xuxu only felt this person was ominously chilling. She could feel a hellish, icy aura emanating from him.
"The top assassin, the one who injured Jueqing last time," Yingsu said while lifting the curtain of the carriage.
