It was You Hour, and the song had just ended.
Lu Zheng noticed that the noblewoman opposite had also instructed her maid to draw the curtains before leaving.
"Let's go too." Lu Zheng rose.
The instant everyone stood, that feeling of being watched descended again.
Liu Qingyan immediately looked at Lu Zheng.
Lu Zheng nodded. Without showing any change in expression, he turned to glance outside and sensed the source of that watchful feeling.
Though he could not see them, they were in the corridor outside the private room opposite.
"Her?"
Lu Zheng frowned. Without attracting notice, he formed a hand seal and faintly locked onto the source.
This Curse Seal made use of the other party's fluctuations of magical power and was exceedingly covert. Although the other party would not notice it, he could not sense fine details through it either.
But that was no great problem. They were heading downstairs together and would soon run into the other party.
Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan took the lead, while Wang Xiaowan, Du YueYao, and Yi QianQian followed behind. The three women were still chattering away about the plot of "The Legend of Nangong."
Liu Qingyan sent a quiet voice transmission. "Lu Lang, have you found him?"
"Not yet." Lu Zheng shook his head. "But we'll know soon enough."
Following the crowd on this side, they quickly reached the small exit reserved for the distinguished guests of the private rooms. There, they came face-to-face with the group descending from the opposite side: several handsome young masters and pretty young ladies, several middle-aged men and women dressed either modestly or extravagantly, and naturally, the noblewoman they had met only that morning.
"Doctor Liu came to watch the opera too?" the noblewoman asked with a gentle smile.
Liu Qingyan nodded and smiled.