Meeting Junior Sister Wen Again

Chu Qing looked up silently, listening to the tiles crunching under the approaching footsteps. A moment later, the sound faded into the distance.

He pondered for a moment but didn't pay it much mind.

There were too many things and too many people in this Jianghu.

Everyone was busy with their own affairs every day, and it was common for people to be running around the streets in the middle of the night.

The City Lord's Mansion's curfew could control ordinary citizens, but it couldn't control these masters who could come and go at will.

He had no reason to go and see every bit of excitement.

Unless it concerned him directly, or there was a job to be taken, it was best not to meddle in other people's business.

Thinking this, he closed his eyes again and began cultivating the Purple Cloud Void Scripture.

But after he had been cultivating for barely the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, the footsteps that had previously departed suddenly returned.

This time, it wasn't just one person...

Chu Qing discerned the footsteps, noticing that the person who had passed by earlier was now moving much more rapidly.

It sounded as if they were fleeing for their life in a panic.

The person behind them was faster and, unfortunately for them, landed on Chu Qing's rooftop, having been caught up.

The two began fighting on Chu Qing's rooftop.

Chu Qing reluctantly retracted his Internal Energy into his dantian and propped himself up on his elbows to look at the roof.

He watched as the tiles cracked and creaked underfoot, with dust constantly falling down, filling him with a sense of frustration.

"Why is this never-ending?"

A sliver of caution arose in Chu Qing's heart. How could such a coincidence happen in this world?

First, someone passed over his rooftop, then they returned and fought on it.

Could it be that people from the Sin Mirror Platform had discovered his location and were putting on a show on his rooftop?

Would these two scoundrels, in the middle of their fight, suddenly break through the roof and launch a killing blow at him?

Thinking of this, Chu Qing became vigilant.

But soon, the two moved from the rooftop to the ground... Judging by the initial sound of impact, someone had been knocked off the roof and had fallen into the courtyard.

Chu Qing's room was dark. He crept to the window and peeked out from the side.

The person who landed was a figure in black.

Judging by their demeanor, Chu Qing felt a sense of familiarity... It was the scent of his own kind.

"An assassin?"

Chu Qing's eyes narrowed slightly. Just then, the person from the rooftop also descended.

They landed in the courtyard.

Under the starlight, the person's true appearance was revealed.

She was dressed in blue, with skin as white as snow.

Her eyebrows were like distant, painted mountains, and her beauty was extraordinary.

However, her almond-shaped eyes held no emotional fluctuations, and her entire face was cold...

As if she held nothing in this world in regard.

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

Isn't this Junior Sister Wen!?

What was she doing here?

Was this assassin trying to kill her?

If it were anyone else, Chu Qing might have gone out to throw these two uninvited guests out.

The problem was that Junior Sister Wen possessed a certain strangeness about her.

Before, at the teahouse, she seemed to have seen through something, and later, at the Chu Family's residence, she had directly handed him a broken bowl he had once used.

There was a high probability that, through some method, she had realized that the beggar at the teahouse and the servant at the Chu Family's residence were the same person.

Chu Fan still didn't know that he was in Heavenly Dance City. If this Junior Sister Wen found out he was living here, and then brought Chu Fan to 'visit,' it would be a huge commotion.

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 say in a deep voice:

"Who are you... Never mind."

Her deep tone shifted to one of weariness.

Then, with a flick of her finger, she aimed directly at the assassin's brow.

This move left not only the assassin but also Chu Qing somewhat bewildered.

She was about to ask something just now, wasn't she?

Did she give up halfway through?

Was it because she knew the assassin was tight-lipped and wouldn't reveal anything?

Or was there some other reason?

This finger strike was extremely fierce. Chu Qing thought carefully. In the Human Scroll of the Book of Unchanging Heaven, he had only heard of the three ultimate skills: Tai Yi Divine Fist, Tai Yi Divine Palm, and Tai Yi Divine Leg, but he had never heard of a Tai Yi Divine Finger.

Yet, judging by this finger technique alone, its exquisiteness was in no way inferior to the martial arts of the Taiyi Sect.

The assassin didn't know what method Junior Sister Wen had used on him. Facing this finger strike, he was completely powerless and could only close his eyes and wait for death.

Just as he was about to die on the spot, Chu Qing suddenly looked up. When did another uninvited guest appear on the roof?

This person's martial arts were even more profound. The lightness of his landing was far superior to both Junior Sister Wen and this assassin.

Chu Qing had only just discovered this person's existence in this very moment.

At the same time, Junior Sister Wen turned around, exerted force with her fingertips, and sent out a strike.

With a "buzz," a steel ball was stopped three inches in front of her finger, unable to advance an inch.

Simultaneously, Junior Sister Wen flicked her left hand backward. The assassin on the ground suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward, his chest caved in by more than an inch from her palm strike.

"How ruthless!"

The person on the roof spoke coldly, while Junior Sister Wen, fending off the steel ball, replied with a hint of confusion:

"It's you."

"Hmm?"

The tone of the person on the roof was somewhat astonished:

"You know who I am?"

Junior Sister Wen placed her left hand on her right arm, and her finger force instantly intensified.

With a "bang," the steel ball was directly crushed by the internal energy of both parties.

Then Junior Sister Wen said:

"I returned the fan you dropped yesterday, so how could I not know who you are?"

The person on the roof remained silent for a moment, but his figure flew down from mid-air.

Only then did Chu Qing notice that this person was also masked in black.

And then he felt a bit speechless...

Even though this person was masked in black, Junior Sister Wen could still recognize him.

How did she manage that?

"How exactly did you recognize me?"

Clearly, the same question was troubling this black-clad man.

However, Chu Qing didn't think Junior Sister Wen would easily reveal such a secret to others.

At this point, he had a rough understanding of the situation.

This Junior Sister Wen had, from somewhere, picked up the fan belonging to this black-clad man.

She had kindly returned the fan to him.

Just like how she had returned that bowl to Chu Qing at the time...

As a result, this black-clad man, whose identity was unknown, suddenly became very worried about his identity being exposed.

He then hired an assassin that night to kill Junior Sister Wen.

Unfortunately, the assassin was not skilled enough to kill Junior Sister Wen, so he had to step in himself.

Although the situation was clear, it made even less sense...

What was going on with this Junior Sister Wen?

Was she born a saint of picking things up?

She picked up his broken bowl, and she also picked up this black-clad man's fan, and she could even find the owner of the item based on the picked-up item.

What was this all about?

Then he heard Junior Sister Wen say:

"I smelled it.

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

The black-clad man was utterly astonished.

Chu Qing, however, suddenly realized:

"A police dog!"