Junior Sister Wen Again

Chu Qing silently raised his head, listening to the newcomer's footsteps crunch across the tiles. After a moment, they faded into the distance.

He pondered for a moment, then paid it no mind.

There were too many matters in the martial world, and too many people.

Everyone bustled about their own affairs every day. There was no shortage of people running wildly through the streets in the middle of the night.

The City Lord's Mansion's curfew could restrain ordinary folk, but it could not restrain masters who came and went over walls and roofs.

There was no reason for him to go and watch every bit of excitement.

Unless it concerned him personally, or there was a job he could take, it was better not to meddle in other people's business.

With that thought in mind, he closed his eyes again and circulated the Purple Mist Ruoxu Scripture.

Yet after he had cultivated for less than the time it took an incense stick to burn, the footsteps that had departed earlier suddenly returned.

And this time, there was more than one person...

Chu Qing listened closely and realized that the person who had passed by earlier was now moving far more hurriedly.

As though they were fleeing for their life in utter panic.

The person behind them was faster. By ill luck, they reached Chu Qing's roof just as they were caught.

The two began fighting atop Chu Qing's roof.

Helplessly, Chu Qing drew his internal energy back into his dantian, propped himself up on one elbow, and looked toward the roof.

The tiles crackled beneath their feet, dust constantly drifting down. He was filled with frustration.

"Why is this never-ending?"

A trace of vigilance rose in Chu Qing's heart. How could there be such a coincidence in this world?

First, they crossed over his roof. Then they came back and started fighting on top of it.

Could it be that the Mirror of Sin had discovered where he was and come to put on a show atop his roof?

Would these two bastards suddenly smash through the roof in the middle of their fight and unleash killing moves on him?

With that thought, Chu Qing became wary as well.

But before long, the two fought their way from the roof to the ground... Judging from the first sound of someone landing, one of them had likely been knocked off the roof and fallen into the courtyard.

Chu Qing's room was unlit. He moved close to the window and stole a sidelong glance outside.

The one who had fallen was clearly a man in black.

From the way he moved, Chu Qing found him somewhat familiar... He had the scent of his own kind.

"An assassin?"

Chu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly. At that very moment, the person on the roof also leaped down.

She landed in the courtyard.

Starlight spilled down, revealing her true appearance.

She wore an Azure Robe, her skin white as snow.

Her brows were like distant mountains brushed with dark mist, and her features were quite exceptional.

Yet there was no emotional ripple in her almond-shaped eyes. Her entire face was cold...

As though nothing in this world was worth taking to heart.

The moment Chu Qing saw her, his head began to ache.

Wasn't this Junior Sister Wen!?

Why was she here?

Had this assassin come to kill her?

If it had been anyone else, Chu Qing could have gone out and tossed these two uninvited guests away.

The problem was that Junior Sister Wen had something uncanny about her.

At the tea house, she had seemed to notice something. Later, at the Chu Family, she had directly handed him the chipped bowl he had once used.

There was a high chance that, by some unknown means, she had figured out that the beggar from before the tea house and the Chu Family servant were the same person.

Chu Fan still did not know that he was in Heavenly Dance City. If Junior Sister Wen found out that he lived here and later brought Chu Fan over for a "visit," things would become truly lively.

No!

He had to move. He had to move tomorrow!

Just as he thought this, he saw Junior Sister Wen look at the assassin and speak in a low voice:

"What are you... Forget it."

Her solemn tone turned somewhat listless.

Then she flicked a finger, striking straight at the assassin's brow.

Not only was the assassin bewildered by that move, even Chu Qing was somewhat confused.

She had wanted to ask something just now, hadn't she?

But she gave up halfway through?

Did she know an assassin would keep his mouth shut and that she would get nothing out of questioning him?

Or was there some other reason?

That finger strike was exceptionally fierce. Chu Qing thought carefully and recalled that, within the Human Character Scroll of the Book of the Immutable Heavens, he had only heard of three supreme arts: the Grand Easy Divine Fist, Grand Easy Divine Palm, and Grand Easy Divine Legs. There was no Grand Easy Divine Finger.

Yet judging solely from this finger technique, its profundity was in no way inferior to the martial arts of the Great Easy Sect.

The assassin had apparently been hit by some method of Junior Sister Wen's. Facing that finger strike, he could not exert the slightest ability and could only close his eyes and wait for death.

Just as he was about to die with hatred in his heart, Chu Qing abruptly looked up. When had another uninvited guest appeared on the roof?

This person's martial arts were even more profound. The lightness of his landing far surpassed both Junior Sister Wen and the assassin.

Chu Qing had only discovered his presence at that very instant.

At the same time, Junior Sister Wen turned around. Her fingertips exerted force, and she suddenly sent out her strike.

With a hum, a steel pellet was stopped three inches before her finger, unable to advance even a fraction.

At the same time, Junior Sister Wen swept her left hand backward. The assassin on the ground suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, his chest caved in by more than an inch from her palm force through the air.

"How vicious!"

The person on the roof spoke coldly, while Junior Sister Wen resisted the steel pellet and spoke with slight confusion:

"So it's you."

"Hm?"

The person on the roof sounded rather astonished:

"You know who I am?"

Junior Sister Wen pressed her left hand against her right arm, and the force of her fingers surged at once.

With a bang, the steel pellet was actually crushed apart by the pressure of their two internal energies.

Then Junior Sister Wen said:

"I returned the fan you dropped yesterday. How could I not know who you are?"

The person on the roof did not speak for a moment, but his figure descended from the air.

Only then did Chu Qing realize that this person was also dressed in black and masked.

He was somewhat speechless...

This person was dressed in black and masked, yet Junior Sister Wen could still recognize him.

Just how had she done it?

"How exactly did you recognize me?"

Clearly, the man in black was troubled by the same question.

But Chu Qing did not think Junior Sister Wen would easily tell someone else such a secret.

By now, he had more or less figured out what was going on.

Junior Sister Wen had somehow picked up this man in black's fan.

She had even kindly returned it to him.

Just like when she had returned that bowl to Chu Qing...

As a result, this unidentified man in black had suddenly become deeply worried that his identity had been exposed.

So that night, he found an assassin and tried to have Junior Sister Wen killed.

Unfortunately, the assassin's skills were lacking. He failed to kill Junior Sister Wen, leaving the man to act personally.

Though the matter was now clear, Chu Qing understood it even less...

What exactly was going on with Junior Sister Wen?

Was she born with some sacred body for picking things up?

She had picked up his chipped bowl, picked up this man in black's fan too, and could even use the things she picked up to find their owners.

What kind of nonsense was that?

Then he heard Junior Sister Wen say:

"I smelled you.

"Your scent was on the fan. It was easy to know it was yours."

The man in black was utterly dumbfounded.

But Chu Qing suddenly understood:

"A police dog!"