Xiaotao’s silhouette appeared in the doorway, casting an ominous shadow. She gestured frantically, her eyes wide with terror like brass bells.
"Wei Zhongxian’s lackeys," I whispered, a chill crawling up my spine.
Pei Yuan gripped the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white. It seemed our "hunting" game was starting sooner than expected. Xiaotao’s gestures became faster, like a startled bird. I struggled to interpret her meaning: Wei Zhongxian’s informants had discovered us and were sending people our way. My heart sank; the old fox’s nose was truly sensitive.
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