Yang Yu stood on the highest terrace of the State Guesthouse, looking down at Heaven Dou Imperial City beneath the night sky. The lights of countless homes dotted the outline of the ancient imperial capital like stars. The clamor from distant taverns could faintly be heard, while the direction of the Imperial Palace farther away was steeped in solemn silence.
"Your Highness, the guards have dispersed according to your orders." Zhu Zhuqing appeared soundlessly behind him, her voice cool and clear. "They are focusing on monitoring the Crown Prince's Mansion, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's branch courtyard, and the residence of Fourth Prince Xue Beng. Also, Saintess Hu Liena does not seem to have arrived at the Spirit Hall branch yet, but Archbishop Salas has already strengthened surveillance of the State Guesthouse."
Yang Yu nodded slightly, his fingers lightly tapping the white jade railing. He could sense at least four strands of Titled Douluo-level divine awareness sweeping over the area from time to time. Two carried obvious scrutiny—one from the Imperial Palace, and one from the Spirit Hall branch.
"Salas... one of Bibi Dong's loyal dogs." A cold smile curled across Yang Yu's lips. "It seems that even after I left Spirit City, my teacher still cannot rest easy and has sent someone to watch me closely."
Zhu Zhuqing fell silent for a moment before asking, "Your Highness, should we take measures to shake off their surveillance?"
"No need." Yang Yu shook his head. "Let them watch. The more open we are, the more suspicious they will become. Besides, some pieces need to be placed right under their noses."
He turned to Zhu Zhuqing. Moonlight fell over her cool, exquisite profile, tracing soft lines across it, yet her catlike eyes remained sharp as blades. After her tempering in the