"It turns out that this is the rule of your sect." With a sneer, a girl in a white dress walked into the yard.
"It's you." Macius saw the woman's appearance clearly and could not help but be shocked. She was none other than Yesly.
Since the end of the Qing Dynasty, the profession of thieving had gradually declined. The establishment of a new order in the country had almost made the ancient Thief Sect with hundreds of years' worth of history have no place to hide.
They were in decline and their headquarters was only in a small courtyard. After all, the things passed down from their ancestors were not luxurious. Although there was only a small courtyard here, not everyone could enter it.
However, when Yesly entered this place, it was as if there was no one around. Moreover, the sentries guarding the entrance and the few senior generals beside Slater did not notice her, which was somewhat unbelievable.