The armory had caught fire, and smoke was rising from the imperial palace. How pleasant that sounded. With such a grand spectacle going on, the residents of Jiangnan City naturally stayed up all night to watch. They streamed out of their homes and gathered with their neighbors, heatedly discussing whether a powerful minister had rebelled or a member of the imperial clan had usurped the throne, all with the relaxed air of southerners who considered themselves capital folk.
If you had spent your entire life in a place where no one could hurt you, it would be difficult for anyone not to relax.
Every so often, someone heard roof tiles being crushed underfoot, but when they looked up, they could only vaguely see several shadows streaking past, as if crows had flown overhead.
Unlike their leisurely stroll through Chang'an City last time, the distance from the archway to the imperial palace was a full three thousand paces, so the thieves had to run there as fast as they could. At a time like this, the differences in their abilities were reflected in their speed.
The fastest was Yaoshi Yuan. Her footsteps were the loudest, and she seemed to be wearing armor beneath her black night clothes, yet her pace remained steady, like a cheetah hunting through the forest. Next was Shang Xin Lei. She made almost no sound as she ran, as though she knew every rooftop and every brick in Jiangnan City by heart, moving as leisurely as if she were taking a walk after dinner.
At the rear were Yan Qing and Ying Ru Shi. Their footsteps were loud and their speed was slow, making Yaoshi Yuan look back several times with eyes full of disdain. Yan Qing was slow because he had not comprehended Advanced Footwork, while