After leaving the guesthouse, Mo Shu put on her veil hat.
The night was deep, and the lighting here naturally couldn't compare to the omnipresent lights of the modern world; instead, they used oil candle lamps.
Of course, this guesthouse was quite wealthy, so it had more lamps than an average guesthouse.
When Mo Shu walked out, many people were watching her.
She proceeded in a low-profile manner, walking quickly.
After she came out, she noticed someone tailing her. Without any sign, her slender figure had already slipped into several hidden alleys, and Xuyu, those tailing her, easily lost track.
Mo Shu's nimble figure, like a light float, silently dropped from the rooftop, her toes landing on the sharp edge of a wall. She shielded her veil hat with one hand and looked down at the followers searching around, her gaze dimmed slightly.
"How did we lose her?"
"That woman seems to have high-level martial arts. We better not follow her, lest we provoke someone difficult."
