Long Xiaotian

Lin Qingxuan and Tu Jiao carried the Spirit Beast Bag and slipped soundlessly through the rear window of the inn into the private room. Shi Jingtian was crouching in the corner, teasing Xiao Yi. At the soft creak of the window lattice, he instantly sprang up and hurried over, lowering his voice as he asked, "How'd it go, how'd it go? Did it work? That brat didn't take advantage of you, did he?" The moment he finished speaking, Tu Jiao swept him with a cold glance, and he sheepishly shrank his neck back.

Lin Qingxuan tossed the Spirit Beast Bag onto the floor. The mouth of the bag loosened, and the unconscious Long Ming rolled out from inside. His hands were tied behind his back with the Spirit-Binding Rope, a wad of rag stuffed in his mouth, his whole body curled up on the floor as he snored like a pig. Shi Jingtian lowered his head and looked at this lump of "goods" on the ground. Without a word, he grabbed a basin of cold water from the table and poured it over his head.

Long Ming jolted and suddenly opened those peach-blossom eyes. Dazed, he shook the beads of water from his face, subconsciously trying to raise a hand to wipe it off, only to discover that both his hands were bound behind his back and he could not move.

Struggling, he lifted his head and saw several unfamiliar faces standing before him—a young man in blue robes, a bald burly man, a cold, short-haired woman, and a girl in moon-white palace dress leaning by the window, toying with a silver-white longsword. He froze for a moment, then flew into a thunderous rage and roared, "Who are you people?! You actually dare kidnap this Young Master?! Do you not