Chapter 124: Trust or Folly?
The city was already starting to have life again based from what Feng Jiao Xue can observe. People starting to walk around, shops starting to open, and not a singe corpse in the street anymore.
She moved like a shadow among shadows, every step taut with rage, every breath held hostage by fury. The manor loomed in the distance, a structure of regal elegance nestled on the elevated cliffs at the city’s north end, guarded by towering walls and iron gates that gleamed in the moonlight. Her pulse thundered, louder than her footsteps, louder than her thoughts.
She should’ve waited. She knew that. She should’ve planned, scouted, gathered strength. But the image of Mo Tianze’s ears flat against his head, his tail curled, the light fading from his eyes as he was dragged away, that burned hotter than any caution.
For some reason, the Mo Tianze she first met flashed in her mind and her blood boiled.
He had been taken and that was reason enough for her to lose all her control.
She scaled the outer walls with ease, her whip coiling like a serpent and anchoring to the stone. With one agile leap, she landed atop the outer ledge. No guards in sight. It was too quiet.
Her eyes narrowed.
The wind tugged at her cloak as she perched on the wall, eyes gleaming like twin shards of obsidian in the moonlight. The world stretched out below her, still, watchful. Too still.
She dropped down soundlessly onto the gravel path that led toward the manor’s inner courtyard. Her boots made no sound. The only movement was the ripple of silk and the coiling of her whip in her hand.
The gate creaked open with a nudge, unlocked. Unwatched.
This made her frown as this place is supposed to be tightly guarded according to that demented scholar she chose not to bring in the end.