"If they're going out on a mission, helping them will be even easier. I heard today's mission is to assassinate an expert called Lord Gu at Duke Yan's Residence. They could just fake their deaths then..." He trailed off.
Seeing Wanwan's expression change, Xia Qianhui hastily shut his mouth.
That sorrowful look on her face... could it mean...
That couple couldn't be saved?
He abruptly turned to look at Liu Zi Xing. The little boy clutched the drawing, biting his lip hard, his eyes seeming to see through everything.
No one knew how much pain he was in.
Yet even under these circumstances, he showed no emotion that might hold the others back.
"After them! They're over there!"
Ci Mang rushed toward them with the death warriors.
Xia Qianhui quickly covered his face and scooped up his Little Imperial Sister. "Run!"
Liu Zi Xing gripped his sword and followed close behind with Daoist Qianyun.
As they fled, they came upon a courtyard utterly out of place in the Death Warrior Camp.
Fortunately, their lightness skill was swift, and Daoist Qianyun pulled Liu Zi Xing along at great speed.
The figures behind them had dwindled into tiny shapes, but they could still see them steadily closing in.
"I know where this is."
Seeing a distinctive courtyard in this part of the camp, Xia Qianhui knew it was where Duke Yan's Daughter was being held.
"Then let's make them fight among themselves! None of them are good people anyway!" Xia Qianhui said.
With that thought in mind, they rushed into the courtyard.
Yan Xiurong had just finished secretly practicing her Martial Arts Mental Method. After bathing, she was changing behind a screen.
Suddenly, one muffled grunt after another came from outside. Her whole body tensed as she guessed that the two death