Meng Qianqian whistled.
The Hunting Eagle spread its wings, began searching house by house for the figures of Chen Long and Si Snake.
A moment later, it returned with a sachet.
Meng Qianqian held the sachet, her brow slightly furrowed: "This is the sachet I made for my brother; he's had trouble sleeping lately, so I put some calming dried flowers in it. The things I give him, he always carries with him and wouldn't lose easily."
Lu Yuan paced a few steps in the alley, looking at the silent houses on both sides. He extended his jade-like fingertips and lightly rubbed the dust on the wall.
Then, he gently stroked his fingertips, pondering, "There was a fight here."
Meng Qianqian was puzzled: "A fight? But... there's no trace of it..."
A place where a fight occurred would typically be somewhat messy, yet here it was orderly, so clean that barely any dust could be seen—
Wait, that's the flaw!
