Ten broadswords reflected the indigo dye's glow like ten venomous snakes baring their fangs. Instinctively, I shoved Ziwei behind the dyeing vat, but the billowing steam blurred my vision.
"Huanxi!" Ziwei suddenly tugged at my sleeve. "Look at the bottom of the vat!"
I looked down. At the base of the vat was a drainage tunnel! But the pursuers were already closing in, forming a crescent-shaped encirclement. The leader, bearing a scar across his face, was none other than the "sugar vendor" from outside the teahouse.
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