'…Did she just eat until she was stuffed?'
Fang Shuwen had a million sarcastic remarks he wanted to make, but he didn't know where to begin.
After eating and drinking her fill, the woman didn't linger. Her figure blurred, and she leaped away.
Fang Shuwen had interacted with the people of Yuqing Pavilion quite a bit recently, so he recognized at a glance that she was using their Lightweight Body Technique.
She was a disciple of Yuqing Pavilion.
Fang Shuwen remained silent and quietly tailed her.
She moved as if she knew the grounds by heart, picking routes through deserted areas and the blind spots of the patrols. She even seemed to have an uncanny and precise grasp of when the patrol disciples changed shifts.
Finally, she slipped past numerous guards and arrived before a building.
Fang Shuwen looked up and saw three words hanging above the building's main gate: Cold Ice Pavilion!
'Cold Ice Pavilion… Is that where the Cold Ice Pond and Cold Ice Grass are?'
