Lu Nanzhi left Little Wasteland Mountain.
She did not look back.
The light from the lantern stretched further and further behind her.
As she neared the foot of the mountain, she saw a familiar silhouette standing among the bushes.
Lu Nanjin was wearing a trench coat, its contour at the waist elevated into a bulge by three long and short daggers. She had arrived here at some unknown time and had been standing quietly, not ascending the mountain.
Lan Qie was the ability to control the flow of wind.
Every breeze on Little Wasteland Mountain could be her eyes.
Lu Nanzhi stopped her footsteps.
She looked at her sister and asked softly, "Did you see everything?"
"I saw everything before the lanterns were lit," Lu Nanjin calmly looked at the mountain top, "After that, I could not see anymore."
"Now… the lantern is almost out."
The lady glanced at her sister's trench coat.
Three daggers.
At this moment, coming with daggers… one need not speak of the intentions.
