"Mother, the moment you see the situation turn bad, go straight to Gold Jade Hall. Uncle Gui, stay sharp."
"This old servant understands."
Lu Wu-bing hurriedly gave a few instructions, then carried Little Cat out through the gates of his residence once more, his eyes filled with frost and snow.
He vaguely sensed that the unknown group had already laid down a net that covered heaven and earth.
And now, it was clearly time to draw in the net.
He just did not know how many would be fish, and how many would be shrimp.
"Little fellow, do you still remember that person's scent?
Follow the path we took and walk it again. Find that person's trail... And you know how to find me."
Mao Mao stretched lazily and sneezed somewhat unwillingly. It seemed to be saying that even a working cat could not be worked to death. Since returning to the city, it had not had a moment's rest.
"I'll personally fry you some dried little fish later. Boneless ones."
At the mention of dried little fish, Mao Mao immediately stopped feeling sleepy.
The Li River's waters were clear and pure.
Beautiful waters, fresh fish, white-capped waves...
Especially the local little meat fish, no wider than a pinky finger and packed full of flesh. One bite, and they bounced between the teeth.
"Whew..."
Having received its promise, the Little Black Cat was like a galloping horse that had heard the war drums. In a flash, it turned into a black streak and darted into the long street.
Lu Wu-bing frowned in thought, countless notions flashing through his mind.
He stepped into a small grove nearby, looked around to make sure no one was present, then took out a loose black robe from his bundle and put it on.
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