Moonlight filtered through the gaps between the tiled eaves, shattered into fragments by the countless figures hidden on rooftops, beams, and under the eaves.
Xu Yunfan crouched at the rear of a roof, his ears twitching slightly at the rising and falling breaths in the distance.
The place was practically packed to the brim.
What an absolute farce!
He knew perfectly well that with such a huge crowd flooding into Thousand Buddha Temple, even if it was all just rumor and speculation, there were bound to be people with sticky fingers.
Or rather, there would definitely be people with sticky fingers.
However...
On second thought, Xu Yunfan naturally felt he could not leave. If he missed this opportunity and Thousand Buddha Temple became wary, the next time he wanted to sneak in, he would likely have to fight his way in.
Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at Su Shiyu, who was feeling her way over along the eaves on the other side.
"Brother, aren't you going down?"
Su Shiyu had covered her face and approached in a deliberately roughened voice, cupping her hands in a convincing salute.
This girl had not even grasped the knack of circulating her blood and qi. She had yet to enter the martial path, yet she dared to wade into this mess among a pack of bandits.
The deliberately lowered voice drifted over with the fragrance of osmanthus rouge. Xu Yunfan narrowed his eyes at the silver cloud patterns embroidered on her face covering.
As expected of the Su Family's eldest daughter. Even her night clothes had to be tailored from Cloud Brocade of Central Province, standing out sharply against the coarse hemp garments worn by most of those around her.
Xu Yunfan found it absurd, but said coldly, "With your three-legged-cat skills,