Ning Qingqing stepped across the rooftops, darted beneath an eave to shelter from the rain, then blinked hard at her dry, tired eyes.
"Honestly, where could he be hiding? So many people have been mobilized, yet they still haven't found the slightest trace of him."
Ning Qingqing rubbed her pale, lovely face and ground her teeth in secret.
Ever since Liu Qingni had submitted the information to the Secret Bureau, great numbers of spies had spread out to search and capture him. Yet even now, there was still no sign of Huang Di, making her teeth itch with impatience.
Suddenly, her eyes narrowed slightly.
Amid the rain that filled the sky, a figure dressed in black nightwear quietly appeared in the depths of an alley.
Ning Qingqing instinctively lowered herself, using the swaying shadows of the surrounding trees to conceal her trail.
She watched as the figure vaulted over a courtyard wall with astonishingly swift lightness skill, then slipped into the crisscrossing alleys and vanished into the curtain of rain in the blink of an eye.
Ning Qingqing frowned lightly. "Could I really have found him?"
She glanced around. There were no other Secret Bureau spies nearby, and she immediately began to hesitate.
But the figure was about to disappear entirely from her sight.
Gritting her teeth, Ning Qingqing quietly raised her inner strength and chased after the direction in which the figure had gone.
"Damn it! Damn it! What rotten luck! That big bastard—if I earn merit this time, I'll make him perfect the repairs to my martial art until not a single flaw remains!"
The lightness skill she cultivated came from her family's inherited martial arts and was called Swallow's Return Flight.
Her steps made no sound upon the ground; she moved as gracefully as a startled swan.