The man happily pocketed the reward, still speaking obsequiously, "Young master, rest assured, I will watch them closely."
"Go!"
Ma Qing waved his hand, dismissing the man as he already fantasized about how he would enjoy Feng Jiu once he captured her.
He waited anxiously in his mansion, and not until the sun had set and stars dotted the night sky did he finally burst into laughter.
On a night dark and windy, the townspeople were already asleep, and utter silence reigned, the streets cloaked in darkness and devoid of any human figure.
Just then, a black silhouette flitted across the rooftops with incredible speed, making no sound at all as it stepped on the roof tiles—an indication of the person's impressive qinggong skills.
After a few quick moves, the figure arrived at an inn, carefully checked its sign, then silently nodded.
With an agile leap, the figure ascended to the upper floor, and soon he was outside a room marked with an ebony plaque reading "B-3."
