The night was deep, the moon hidden behind dark clouds. Over the silent river, only a few unidentifiable sounds occasionally rang out.
"Chirp, chirp."
"Hm? Did I just hear a fox?" Su Ziji, who was reclining on a couch by the window, reading the Coiling Dragon Heart Method at the table, started and half sat up. He listened carefully, but heard nothing more.
Su Ziji relaxed again, lost in thought, and tapped a finger on the Yin Guan Grotto-Heaven Map on the table. "Not long ago, someone harbored considerable malice toward me. I felt uneasy."
"And just now, while reading, my heart was fluttering."
He had been half reclining on the couch, but suddenly rose and put on his outer robe and shoes. This shouldn't be my imagination, Su Ziji thought. Could something be about to happen tonight?
Without further deliberation, he suddenly opened the window and slipped through as lightly as a cat or fox.
The official vessel had patrols, but he slipped out soundlessly into the night and landed on the gunwale. The Daoist Arts circulated through his body of their own accord, making him as light and silent as a goose feather in an instant.
He suspected the malice might have something to do with the man he had seen that day. The vessel that man was aboard was also an official vessel, sailing behind his own. Without needing to think further, Su Ziji drew a deep breath and stepped onto the water. With only faint little pattering sounds, he actually ran more than ten meters across its surface, then leaped lightly onto the ship behind him.
Oh? The martial technique Dragonfly Skimming Water actually complements the Daoist Arts perfectly.
The darkness concealed Su Ziji's figure. Though people patrolled this vessel from time to time as well,