With doubts lingering in her heart, Wufu would not let them stay overnight. As night fell, she got ready, put on the fox mask, dressed in black, and slipped out of the inn like a black cat.
Before she left, she didn't forget to pull up the thin quilt for Liu Jin, who had kicked it off while sleeping on the floor.
Though the heat of late summer still lingered, the night brought a deeper chill with heavy dew. Catching a cold would be bad news.
Wufu darted out of the inn nimbly and ran quickly towards West City. She had already figured out the most convenient route.
Tingting.
The night watchman struck his gong to signal the time, indicating it was the second watch of the Hai Hour. Wufu passed like a gust of wind, evading the Yamen Guards patrolling the streets.
From a distance, she could still hear their complaints. It seemed that until the Flower-Picking Thief was caught, the Yamen Guards would have no peace.