"Miss Lu, please visit us soon!" the boss of the martial arts hall sent her off with bitterness like a young girl who was sending her lover off.
Lu Mingshu put on her cloak and nodded before scuttering off.
First step done. Now let's wait for the next.
She stroked her arm, which was still in pain.
She was unlucky today. Arenas were just the dessert, while the Qilin Festival was the main dish, yet she was injured before the festival even started. Luckily, it wasn't a serious injury, so she might be able to recover if she went to the Heavenly Wheel.
The sun had gone to rest, and the moon took its place, surrounding her with darkness and silence. Under the moonlight, Lu Mingshu went through an alley alone.
The alley was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, distinctively different form the streets of the city, which were constantly bustling with activity.
All of a sudden, a figure flashed by her, causing a chill to run down her spine.