You Guys Weren't Talking About Me, Were You?
Annie, of course, had gone to be a lapdog of the imperial court—er, no, to look for those lapdogs of the imperial court!
You see, the group from the Western Depot yesterday, including the depot's director, hadn't left Fuzhou City at all. They'd been watching every move at the Zuixian Tower from afar, just like Yue Lingshan and Lu Dayou had once watched the Fuwei Escort Agency. The only difference was that these observers had found somewhere higher, farther away, and more concealed.
For instance, the five-story pagoda atop the temple at the highest point in Fuzhou City, where one could look down over almost the entire city?
See?
The Western Depot's agents had seen what happened just outside the Zuixian Tower a moment ago: Yue Buqun, his wife, and the rest of the Huashan Sect had entered the building. Once one of the agents saw them go inside and not come back out, he immediately hurried to a meditation courtyard in the temple.
"Report—"
"Director!"
"Just now, Huashan Sect leader Yue Buqun and his wife Ning Zhongze, along with eighteen Huashan disciples, entered the Zuixian Tower. The doors have been shut tight. They're unlikely to come out tonight."
The agent didn't dare waste time. Facing Director Yuhuatian, who was burning incense, brewing tea, and admiring the night view in the courtyard, he hurriedly reported everything he'd seen.
"Understood..."
"Go on."
Yuhuatian didn't even look up. He merely waved a hand, signaling the agent to continue his surveillance.
The moonlight spilled like water over the meditation courtyard.
"..."
Yuhuatian remained seated at the stone table, his slender fingers gently turning his teacup. Beside him, sandalwood smoke curled up from a bronze burner and drifted around him.
"..."
Qian, the captain who had