Nighttime Questions

Shangguan Ru's tent was no different from anyone else's. Gu Shenwei watched from afar, seemingly able to hear her faint breathing. After a while, he quietly slipped into Little Yanzhi's nearby camp.

This camp was much larger. Little Yanzhi's enormous private tent stood out conspicuously, while everyone inside was fast asleep. A few guards merely paced back and forth without purpose, warding off the cold.

Gu Shenwei observed for nearly half an hour before slowly approaching his target. He believed no one could have anticipated this unexpected excursion, but vigilance had become second nature to him.

From time to time, he would hide motionless in some spot. The void behind him seemed like an unfathomably deep cliff, making his hair stand on end.

It was a small tent beside Little Yanzhi's main tent. Even in broad daylight, it would hardly attract notice.

Gu Shenwei waited by the entrance and lightly tapped the scabbard twice. The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent night—almost piercing to a vigilant assassin.

Gu Shenwei immediately changed positions.

After quite some time, a figure came around from behind the tent rather than emerging from inside.

After staring at the Dragon King's position for a while, Green Face Qian Ying turned and walked out of the camp. Keeping her body low, she moved exclusively through the shadows, no different from an ordinary Golden Peng Assassin—except that her pace was exceptionally fast, like a fleeing snake.

Gu Shenwei followed closely. Before long, the two arrived at a relatively secluded spot in the military camp. Qian Ying suddenly stopped in the shadows and turned to face the Dragon King.

"I want to ask you something," Gu Shenwei said. He could only remain beneath the cold moonlight.

"What makes you think I'll answer?" Qian Ying spoke before the Dragon