Chapter 89

The village had settled into the quiet of the night, save for the occasional gust of wind rattling wooden shutters and the distant sound of crickets humming their nighttime symphony. The streets, once bustling with merchants and travelers, now lay deserted, bathed in the dim glow of scattered lanterns.

Feng Jiao Xue moved soundlessly through the darkness, her figure blending into the shifting shadows. Her footsteps barely disturbed the dirt path as she made her way through the quieter outskirts of the village.

She had come for the witness.

But instead, she had found his family.

A small, worn-down house stood at the edge of the village, its wooden structure weathered by time and hardship. The slanted roof sagged slightly in the middle, as though exhausted from years of standing against the elements. The candlelight from within flickered weakly, barely illuminating the single window.