The night was eerily silent. It was so silent that even the usual chirruping of bugs in the middle of the night had completely vanished into thin air. The only sound that broke the stifling stillness in the air was the occasional gentle breeze that swept through the forest, stirring one’s soul with the suffocating sounds of rustling leaves.
Jun Xiaomo was wide awake.
She couldn’t understand why she was unable to rest properly over the last few nights. A niggling feeling with her heart troubled her to no end, giving her the inclination that something massive was going to happen soon, keeping her awake at night, tossing and turning in bed in frustration.
Her mind was filled with a particular incident in her previous life.
In her previous life, Zhang Shuyue had tagged along with them as soon as she managed to obtain Ye Xiuwen’s trust. As she travelled alongside them, she would act as an informant and discreetly update her compatriots with their whereabouts. Thus, no matter how and where Jun Xiaomo and Ye Xiuwen hid, their persecutors would always discover and attack them.
This time, she was sincerely reticent to have her martial brothers from the Heavenly Peak interact with Zhang Shuyue any more than was necessary. Zhang Shuyue was far too good an actress, and her Heavenly Peak martial brothers were regrettably cultivation fanatics who knew nothing about the intricacies and nuances of schemes and ploys. A simple, pitiful pretense on Zhang Shuyue’s...