Massacre

As the lamp lit up the area, the lights gave the illusion of daytime in the Tianshu Courtyard.

Chu Li sat beside a stone table with dishes on top. As he held his chopsticks, his movements were slow and relaxed. He ate his dinner absent-mindedly.

Xiao Shi wore a light yellow robe and sat across from him. Her complexion was as radiant as white jade. She looked at him while she held her bowl. "What is the matter now?"

Chu Li laid down his chopsticks and raised his white jade cup. He took a light sip and replied, "There is trouble again."

"What trouble? Tell me," Xiao Shi put down her bowl and spoke softly.

Xiao Shi never really took matters of life and death seriously. She never really cared about trouble in general.

Chu Li explained the situation.

Xiao Shi questioned, "If that is the case, do they intend to come here and snatch the secret manual?"