Zhao Layue had long since discovered the watchers, but she had no intention of paying them any attention.
Only after speaking those words about five hundred years did she walk to the window. Feeling the gazes upon her, along with things resembling divine sense, she suddenly grew somewhat annoyed.
Sword intent tore through the air, destroying every piece of surveillance equipment. She calmed down a little, but that did not mean the matter was over.
Red light illuminated the dim street like a sunset on television, drawing many people's attention.
The barbecue stall owner preparing for the night market followed everyone's gaze and looked back, wondering in astonishment what had happened.
Because of the Sacrificial Hall, the military had not tried to kill Zhong Lizi again, but neither had they relaxed their surveillance of her.
From the day she returned to the apartment, a combat team had set up a temporary command post in the building across the street.
They had not expected that instead of Jing Jiu appearing, a short-haired girl with something clearly wrong about her would arrive.
Even less had they expected every piece of surveillance equipment to be destroyed just as they began monitoring the target.
Sharp cracks rang out like a torrential downpour. The precision optical instruments and automatic tracking surveillance fields developed fractures one after another and ceased to function.
The place fell into some confusion. A somewhat angry voice sounded over the communications system. "What's going on! Where's the target?"
No one answered. The command post was silent.
The target they were monitoring had already arrived among them.
Looking at the short-haired girl who had appeared in the command post without anyone knowing when, they were too shocked to speak.
Only a moment later did someone react. Amid electromagnetic humming and mechanical grinding,