Zheng Zhuxi thrust her sword out again with a swish, but its tip stopped just before the forehead of the man dressed as an inn attendant.
A dusky yellow gleam flashed across Autumn Water, and light slipped into his Sea of Consciousness.
The girl did not shake the sleeping inn attendant awake, fearing the fright might harm him. Instead, she used Candlelight Sword Intent again to dispel his nightmare.
The man standing motionless slowly opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.
When he noticed Zheng Zhuxi, he thought he was still in a lovely dream, with a fairy standing before him. But he soon spotted Ding Songyan and Yu Jinhong.
"I... how did I get here?" he asked with a start.
"Who are you?" Yu Jinhong asked instead of answering.
The man glanced around, frightened and bewildered.
"I'm an attendant here! My turn to rest just came!"
Candle flames hidden in his eyes, Ding Songyan smiled.
"What were you dreaming about just now?"
"I dreamed a guest asked me to come to this room and fetch something." The inn attendant showed no outward abnormalities.
"What did that guest look like?" Zheng Zhuxi asked calmly.
The inn attendant hurriedly shook his head.
"How could I see clearly in a dream? I only remember him giving me a mask...
"Yes, that one! How can it really be here?"
He saw the Lady Meng Mask that Zheng Zhuxi had flicked to the floor and nearly had his soul frightened out of his body.
After asking about many more details and sending the attendant away, Yu Jinhong said with a deep frown,
"What exactly does the Yellow Millet Sect want?"
*You were the ones who commissioned the caravan to gather Mount Fuyu Elixir Herb and deliver it to Qisong Prefecture, and you were