The night was hazy, autumn insects murmured, leaves rustled, but other than this, was there any other silhouette within their extended Divine Thought?
Qingluan glanced back at the lady owner with doubt.
Ning Xiaoxian furrowed her brows, suddenly raised her head and stared at the gate pillar, sneered coldly: "Hey there, little thief hiding atop the pillar, do you really think I couldn't detect your presence?"
As soon as she spoke, a shadow indeed jumped down from the flower-draped pillar!
Just as the Hidden Guards were about to rush forward, this person prostrated on the ground, touching their head to the floor, motionless, appearing oddly obedient.
What was going on here, knowing one's strength cannot rival, so they simply surrendered? Even in the Ba Snake Mountain Range where strange occurrences happen annually, this person's peculiar behavior shocked the Hidden Guards. Such complete etiquette; even they hadn't bowed to the lady owner like this before.
