Crane King Cave III

Even in autumn, the garden was strewn with fallen leaves from its shrubs and flowers.

A maid was slowly sweeping the ground with a broom.

Lu Sheng did not go far. He merely returned to his own room.

He did not go to Moon King's bedchamber, nor did he hurriedly pack his things. He simply found a chair and sat down, leaning back as he watched the flowers and grass in the courtyard outside turn in the wind.

After waiting for some time, a faint scream suddenly rang out from beyond the garden.

Lu Sheng did not move. He remained reclining in his chair, having heard the guards' cries from outside as well.

But he trusted that Xiao Rong would not disappoint him.

Before long, a dense patter of hurried footsteps approached from outside the garden. Yet just as they were about to reach the garden's small gate, every footstep abruptly vanished.

Everything returned to silence.

The maid sweeping the ground remained composed. As a maid of the royal residence, she naturally was no ordinary woman; she had witnessed no small number of assassinations and attacks.

Although few assassins could break through all the way to this place, there had not been none. Thus, she was still able to maintain her poise.

The maid secretly glanced at Lu Sheng from the corner of her eye. Seeing his calm expression, without the slightest trace of panic, she too steadied herself and continued sweeping.

Not long after, another group of hurried footsteps came from afar.

The surrounding guards seemed to have vanished; not a single sound could be heard from them. But as those footsteps drew near this little garden, they abruptly disappeared as if swallowed by thin air.

For a long while afterward, no third wave of assassins approached.

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