Yan Qing and Murong Hui walked along one side of the main road, with two Dragon Attendant Puppets flying beside them. They basically blocked most shooting angles from behind and either side.
"Assassins?" Yan Qing asked.
"Impossible. If an assassin's surveillance skills were this lousy, I would've spotted them long ago." Murong Hui bit into a spicy strip she had just gotten from the Nostalgic Convenience Store, grease coating her mouth. "They're probably just ordinary people."
Of course, the "ordinary people" Murong Hui mentioned were not truly ordinary. Anyone who could enter the Land of Gathering Demons had to at least be a herald from a powerful northern family.
Compared to someone with Murong Hui's background and strength, however, they did indeed seem very "ordinary."
"Are they after you?"
"If they harbor ill will toward me, then they're far too weak. But if they mean me no harm, they shouldn't be sneaking around behind me. They should come and speak to me openly. I may be the cold and noble head of the Murong Family, but I'm not the type to keep people at arm's length."
Murong Hui sucked a spicy strip into her mouth.
"So they definitely harbor ill will, but they aren't targeting me... At least, not entirely."
"Then they're after me."
Yan Qing was not surprised in the slightest that someone would watch him. There were simply too many reasons. Any one of his tokens started at the level of a Third Rank rare treasure. He could command two Dragon Attendant Puppets. He was an outsider with his head and face covered. Even the fact that he was so close to Murong Hui could make him a thorn in certain people's sides... Murong Hui might seem carefree and careless, but when she said she was the northern