Hu Xiaotian suddenly grew tense, recalling the swarm of snakes that had attacked them while he was escorting the Prince of Zhou to Xiezhou. Only after looking around and seeing no other green snakes did he feel a little more at ease.
The chestnut horse remained unsettled, pacing before the covered walkway, fear gleaming in its eyes.
Hu Xiaotian approached the horse and reached out to stroke the mane at the back of its neck, trying to calm it. A dark shape swooped down from above. He hurriedly tilted his head back, and it skimmed past the tip of his nose-a bat. A buzzing of wings followed in the night sky, and a dense black swarm of bats swept over the courtyard wall and hurtled toward him.
The chestnut horse whinnied again. Hu Xiaotian waved his burning stick to drive the bats away. While he was fumbling in a panic, something struck the back of his head hard enough that he nearly cried out in pain. He turned and saw a girl in red sitting on the eaves. Her skin outshone frost and snow, her features were as lovely as a painting, and beneath the moonlight her smile bloomed like a flower. Who else could it be but Xi Yan?
The moment Hu Xiaotian recognized Xi Yan on the roof, his scalp tightened, and he forgot his pain. He had thought everything would be fine once he escaped Xiezhou City, but this witch from the Five Immortals Cult haunted him like a restless ghost. She had actually chased him all the way here.
Then he reconsidered. With his present appearance, even his own parents would not recognize him. How could Xi Yan?
Xi Yan was dressed almost exactly as she had been that night at the Wan Residence, only she