The night was not yet deep, and the town's residents had not gone to bed. Light still shone from many courtyards, and the faint sound of bamboo tiles being pushed across tables could be heard.
Waves struck waves, throwing up countless dark blossoms of spray. Beneath the night sky, Great Marsh was so tranquil.
That clam shell must have sunk to the lakebed, which would make it difficult to find.
Even if Jing Jiu could now draw on part of the Nether Emperor's Seal's power, there was no longer any point.
Zhao Layue walked over to him and asked, "He escaped?"
"Yes," Jing Jiu said. "But he wasn't the one I meant to kill."
Zhao Layue was somewhat surprised. She thought that only a handful of people in the world were worth his taking action in person. If not Emperor Xiao, who else could it be?
Jing Jiu turned and walked toward town.
The little town actually had a very respectable medical clinic. Some flowers were carved into the side of its signboard, the tiny blossoms strung along a slender branch. It was unclear whether they were paulownia flowers or something else.
It was late at night, and the clinic had closed, but naturally that could not stop the four of them.
The assistant rubbed his eyes and climbed out of bed. Before he could complain, he saw Jing Jiu's face.
He rubbed his eyes again, gave a soft cry, and hurried to wake the doctor.
Before long, several files were laid out on the table. They contained important intelligence the Curtain Rollers had gathered recently.
Gu Qing opened the files and carefully sorted through them.
Zhuo Rusui yawned in utter boredom.
Holding Big One, Zhao Layue stood at the clinic's entrance and watched the street.
"Where is Huiyuan?" Jing