Night Scouting

Deep into the night, the noisy creatures of the Spring Festival didn't have the energy to continue shouting. Many lights in the temple were extinguished, and only the hall in the front courtyard was still brightly lit.

"Say that again." Dai Zi Shi then looked at his previously lazy and calm face and asked anxiously.

The old monk was slightly surprised, but he did not dare to show it on his face. He bowed his head and carefully described Su Jin's injuries.

Just like Su Jin's question, Dai Zi Wu was also thinking about who would assassinate Su Jin. Compared to Su Jin, Dai Zi Wu had his own ways of thinking, but he couldn't confirm which one of them was the real one. After thinking for a while, he knocked on the table.

"Master, what are your orders?" A man in black clothing behind him said as he knelt down and cupped his hands.