In the woods, a gentle breeze stirred the branches and leaves.
Rustling mingled with the wind from every direction. Occasionally, a few dead leaves were swept up, spun in midair, then fell back to the ground.
The White-Haired Man dropped from a tree, his boot tips making almost no sound as they touched the ground. He looked at the thin, frail man ahead, his brows drawing together slightly in puzzlement. "Nanyue? Who is she?"
"Someone with a special identity, naturally. But this is my assignment and has no direct connection to you. You only need to help me capture her, then take her away in front of me or the others." The frail man's gaze shifted from the White-Haired Man to the Short Woman, then back again as he continued, "As for where to take her, you'll find out once you leave this place.
"I wouldn't advise abandoning her along the way, nor would I advise mistreating her.
"Otherwise, her value will diminish, and you might even be implicated."
"Nothing can go wrong?" The White-Haired Man tilted his head and asked curiously.
The other man nodded slightly and spoke at an unhurried pace. "Preferably not. Her purpose isn't to be harmed. In short, just take her out safely. Don't overthink the rest.
"Of course, I can help you finish your assignment first.
"Where is your assignment located?"
"At a pool," the White-Haired Man said.
He truly had little interest in the assignment of the man before him.
Besides, they belonged to different factions. There were merely a few transactions between the two sides.
They only needed to complete those transactions for one another.
Hearing this, the frail man frowned. "What sort of pool?"
"It's nearby. There's an aura of nothingness above it. There should be something beneath the pool," the