Zhou Yujuan awoke with a start. She heard noises in the hallway, sounding like a scuffle.
She wasn't mistaken. In the moments before their deaths, two of Du Hongxi's subordinates had fought with Li Banfeng.
Slipping on her robe, Zhou Yujuan cautiously approached the door.
As she placed her hand on the doorknob, just about to push the door open, she retracted her hand.
Through the door, she heard breathing.
Was it Du Hongxi?
It didn't seem like it.
The breathing was lighter than Du Hongxi's, and it came from a higher position.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
The sound of knocking echoed.
This wasn't Du Hongxi; Du Hongxi never knocked.
Zhou Yujuan retreated to the side of the bed and pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer beside her pillow.
A First Layer Peeping Cultivation practitioner, Zhou Yujuan was not skilled in combat and had spent a substantial amount of money on this special Weapon.
