What Happened to Keeping a Low Profile?

The night was deep and still, and the wind and snow had grown fiercer.

The snow on the ground was three or four fingers thick.

It crunched beneath their feet.

Some Ninth Ring and Tenth Ring people, dressed in hemp clothes and barefoot, were clearing the snow.

When they saw Chu Qing passing by, they immediately shrank back, afraid of blocking his path.

Strange figures darted across the rooftops of the tall buildings.

They were outsiders.

Perhaps they were clearing anomalies, or perhaps they were carrying out routine patrol duties.

But perhaps it was only an illusion—he seemed to see a Red Sedan Chair.

"Could Red Robe the outsider have come to the Imperial Capital too?"

Chu Qing chased after the Red Sedan Chair.

But the chair flashed past, gliding over the rooftops before quickly vanishing without a trace.

He did not want to climb the buildings, break the rules, and draw attention.

Thus, he could only helplessly lose the Red Sedan Chair's trail.

"Forget it. If Red Robe is in the Imperial Capital, we'll meet again sooner or later."

"Only... if Red Robe has come to the Imperial Capital, has the Princess Consort come too?"

Lost in thought, he passed through one small city wall after another and returned to the Tenth Ring.

Tenth Ring, Earth Tower beneath the city walls:

Mingyue, Zhao Wuji, and the mysterious headmaster stood with a group of cannon fodder, facing off against the River Gang.

This time, in order to capture Mingyue, the River Gang had arranged more than thirty Third Limit experts.

These experts had spent many years eking out a living in the Imperial Capital. Their abilities were formidable.

Arrogantly, they pointed at Mingyue and said:

"Come with us now!"

"Otherwise, all these people will die!"

"Oh, and your Lineage members