Yun Jiao stared at the clepsydra; it soon reached the second watch of the night.
She hesitated no longer, held her breath, clenched her fists, and finally gritted her teeth, silently chanting to herself to go out.
The next moment, a sudden cold wind made her shiver.
She found herself standing facing Zhaoti Temple, with two lanterns at the entrance emitting a dim yellow glow, illuminating a small area at the temple gate.
There were no soldiers around, no people, nothing.
Yun Jiao broke into a run.
Jiang Youzhi, who had been crouching on a tree branch opposite, nearly frozen stiff, suddenly saw a shadow appear out of nowhere at the entrance to Zhaoti Temple.
The shadow paused for a moment, then swiftly ran towards the main road.
Jiang Youzhi quickly slipped down from the tree, and when the shadow was nearly upon him, he called out softly, "Jiao Jiao!"
Yun Jiao halted, and Jiang Youzhi grabbed her hand in an instant and pulled her along to run.
