Outside the house, the owner of Taoyao Pavilion was waiting on guard.
As she waited, she pricked up her ears to listen to any noises inside the room, ready to burst in if anything sounded amiss.
However, after listening for a while, the owner of Taoyao Pavilion grew increasingly restless.
Inside the room, it was just too quiet.
Not a single sound could be heard.
She really couldn't rest easy, so she leaned against the door crack to peer inside.
Inside the house, under the bright oil lamp, she saw Xin Lin's diminutive figure prostrated in front of the bed.
Her hand was placed in front of Master Ji.
She couldn't tell what Xin Lin was doing; her fingers kept going down and then up again, as if she were sewing.
The owner's heart was filled with doubts.
The Xuanyu Bee Needle was extremely fine, virtually invisible to the naked eye, especially with Xin Lin's increasingly fast movements. The owner being an ordinary person couldn't possibly see the needle in her hand.
