Cold moonlight spilled over the streets and alleys, and a piercing eagle's cry echoed through the night sky.
Ye Jingtang leaped onto a house and looked up from its ridge toward the source of the sound-several figures rose and fell above the neighborhood at the edge of his vision, racing toward the eastern city wall. No pursuers from the Black Bureau were visible behind them.
Luo Ning landed in front of him and grabbed his arm.
"You're not allowed to do anything reckless. Your head isn't working properly right now... come home with me! I'll find a way to help you first..."
"I'm really fine. The Black Bureau's chief constable can't understand Niao Niao's signals. He definitely won't find the right direction. If we don't stop them, they'll get away."
Seeing Ye Jingtang's focused expression, Luo Ning felt that his mind really did seem as still as water. Her heart fluttered with anxiety, but she could hardly keep dragging him back. Gritting her teeth, she followed him and drew the sword at her waist.
Shing-
Three feet of gleaming steel left its sheath, flashing coldly in the moonlight.
Ye Jingtang landed beside the street. After checking their direction, he picked up a Long Staff supporting an awning outside a shop and moved silently to intercept their route at an angle.
Afraid something might happen to Ye Jingtang, Luo Ning ran ahead with her sword. As she crossed an intersection, she cautiously surveyed the scene.
Three people were racing across the rooftops. In front was a burly man carrying a broad-bladed saber, with another man on his back.
The man on his back held a straight saber. Though a black cloth masked his face, his build and weapon identified him as the killer they had encountered in the morgue that day.