Jiang Yingcheng craned her head to check on her little brother Jinshu.
His eyes were tightly shut, his breathing long and even. He looked sound asleep.
Her gaze shifted to Uncle Yu and Uncle Wu by the entrance.
The two were sitting beside the table, each settled into a comfortable position, asleep with their eyes closed.
She quickly rolled out of bed, put on her little shoes, and tiptoed toward the two uncles. Then...
Without a word, she scattered an entire packet of medicinal powder over them!
[Th-this should do it, right?] Holding her breath, she quietly checked with System Bro in her mind.
Once she received an affirmative answer, she hurried out like a wisp of smoke.
The patter of her footsteps grew more distant, gradually swallowed by the chaotic sounds of the camp.
Yu Xingmian and Wu Leyong opened their eyes and darted out of the tent in a flash, their hands swiftly brushing the powder off their bodies before they moved to another spot like bolts of lightning.
Only after most of the powder had been cleared away did the two finally take a deep, ragged breath. "Whew-"
At last, they could breathe.
Before his breathing had even steadied, Wu Leyong turned worriedly toward the direction the little one had gone. "Liaochen and the others... they followed her, didn't they...?"
"Don't worry," Yu Xingmian said. "Those three Liaochen just recruited were each a nightmare to people in the Martial World back in the day."
Several of those "nightmares" crouched atop a towering old tree thick with foliage, their eyes tracking the little one through layers upon layers of leaves.
"Is that information even reliable?" Si Ming whispered to Liaochen behind him. "Why haven't we seen anyone sneaking out yet?"
Liaochen was somewhat uncertain himself. "That's what General