Earlier, as Wei Chun passed by, she had glanced at the face in that portrait scroll. It was unmistakably a portrait of her master, Old Master Zhuang.
Someone is looking for Master, and they're working with the authorities to find him!
She fully realized this.
She worried that she might be found, yet she kept comforting herself. The Chongxing Cup had been buried far away; no one could possibly discover it. As long as she kept steady, everything would be fine.
"Anyone home? Open up!"
Suddenly, heavy knocking rang out from outside the door.
"Who is it?" Wei Chun hurriedly called out.
But as soon as she rose, her heart tightened. The voice outside sounded very much like those constables she had seen on the street before.
"Constables! Open the door." Sure enough, those outside were from the authorities.
Wei Chun panicked somewhat, but she forced herself to remain calm. She walked to the door, stood before it, and took a deep breath.
Behind her, Wei Tang and Li Cui also emerged, watching the door with fear and caution. Their hands unconsciously clasped tightly together.
At that sight, Wei Chun's heart gave a savage tug, and she became even more composed.
She knew she absolutely could not give herself away. Otherwise, something would surely happen, and her parents would be implicated as well.
With a creak, she opened the door.
Outside stood a saber-bearing man in a red-and-black constable's uniform.
"Have you seen this person?" With a flick of his hand, the man unfurled a portrait scroll. On it was none other than Old Master Zhuang, who had left earlier.
Wei Chun suppressed the emotions in her heart and carefully studied the portrait.
"Never seen him. Constable, what crime did this man commit?" She shook her head.
"Don't ask what