The night was as dark as ink, and the guest quarters of the Hall of Wuhun were shrouded in silence. Lin Qingyu crouched on the branch of an ancient pine that had stood for a thousand years, the dense pine needles perfectly concealing his figure. His eyes were fixed intently on a lighted guest room not far away—that was Yi Yun's residence.
"Wait a little longer..." Lin Qingyu's fingertips dug into the bark, completely oblivious to the wood splinters piercing his nails. Tucked inside his robe was the "Soul-Severing Powder of the Fifth Watch" given by Chang Baicao. This vial of poison, claimed capable of slaying even earthly immortals, felt overwhelmingly heavy at that moment.
Inside the room, Yi Yun and Liu Rushuang were sitting opposite each other, sipping tea. Through the paper window, their silhouettes could be seen talking and laughing. Lin Qingyu's pupils contracted to the size of needle tips, the venomous snake of jealousy gnawing wildly at the bottom of his heart. For twenty years, he had never seen Liu Rushuang flash such a shy, tender smile at anyone.
Chapter 567