Jing Luo, perched upon the tree, felt the cold wind biting at his cheeks and could not help recalling how long ago, he and Shen Yanzhi had once kept watch like this upon a rooftop.
The branches swayed incessantly. He pulled out the rope he had brought, wrapped it around his waist, and lashed himself securely to the thick tree trunk before leaning back against the bough. Yet barely a few breaths later, a dark shadow slipped stealthily through the streets inside the prefectural yamen.
The figure was dressed entirely in black. Jing Luo initially thought it must be one of the other three returning, but as he opened his mouth to speak, he noticed the person's gait was distinctly odd.
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