A cool night breeze rustled softly.
Jiang Wumei walked to the palace hall doorway. Looking up at the two figures, one large and one small, sitting side by side atop the roof of Fengwu Palace, she pressed her lips tightly together.
She knew no martial arts and lacked the keen hearing of the Qilin Guards. Across dozens of meters and multiple upturned eaves, she could not hear a single word spoken between father and son.
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