The way they handled things.

Han Li walked around the corridor for a while, and his frown became even deeper. Nobody had yet come to attack him. Nor had he sensed anything that was truly solidifying enough to call tonight a night of murder and assassinations. It started to worry him slightly.

With a flourish of green moss that sprung up beside him in crisp layers, a woman appeared beside him. Green hair, green eyes, a beautiful figure with buxom curves—Who else could it be other than his trusty Dao Protector, Hua Yu?

Han Li didn't speak and just continued walking forward in the corridor with a frown.

Hua Yu was silent for a second and surveyed the surroundings with her green eyes, doubt evident in her eyes. Why did he summon her here at this time?

A red energy had come to her room like a bird, and it made her immensely lustful. She understood it was his way of summoning her, but it was so rude. 

She used her Soul Sense. She didn't find anything worthy of note.