In the Northern Zhou Imperial Palace at night, a figure suddenly appeared and entered a certain bedroom in the Eastern Palace.
Ou Jianyuan, who was always leaning against a golden pillar, abruptly opened his eyes in surprise and glanced at Feng Jiu, who was engrossed in a Confucian classic. However, he then felt as if he had been mistaken and slowly closed his eyes to feign sleep once again.
Just now, he had definitely sensed something unusual, but if he had to pinpoint what was amiss, he couldn't say.
Of course, there was an anomaly, and it was right behind the screen behind Feng Jiu.
Behind that, a figure that was barely there stood silently with its back to the screen, indifferent and speechless.
[Your martial arts have greatly progressed after this journey. By now, if you don't appear in front of Ou Jianyuan, he probably can't detect you], Feng Jiu's inward sigh, communicated through some connection to Qing Yu, who was very close by.
