The bright moon cast its silver glow, like a sheer veil draped over this small outpost.
SWISH, SWISH, SWISH!
Everyone looked at each other, eyeing their companions. The familiar faces told the story—Crimson Mulberry hadn't come.
They looked toward Jiang Ni'er again. "Where is she?"
"You couldn't be deceiving us, could you?"
"Exactly!"
"How could Crimson Mulberry, that Demon Girl, dare to come at a time like this?"
"Indeed, indeed..."
They were questioning. Jiang Ni'er simply smiled without speaking.
Zi Ji had already risen, her eyes brimming with Spirit Qi, scrutinizing every person.
Crimson Mulberry, concealed among them, trembled inwardly, almost cursing aloud. It was too strange. This was not her first time infiltrating the Human Clan's border, but rather her hundredth, and yet no one had ever discovered her—not even the three decision-makers. But now, she felt panicked.
Fortunately, after a while, Zi Ji stopped her survey.
