Under Langgesanu Peak, the small town cloaked in the night held a unique atmosphere. The snow-covered landscape, adorned in silver, and the cold wind sweeping through the small town highlighted the warmth of the solitary light within the little house.
After spending a month among the Dragon Clan, An Yiqing felt like she was speaking in old Chinese jargon, almost becoming an ancient person herself. Sotis, waking up in the Clan Leader’s Residence, she would wonder if she had traveled through ti.
However, the primitive tis had their advantages—no air pollution, no noisy networks, everything seed so pristine. Aside from the botherso Sky Punishnt Pavilion, everything else made An Yiqing quite satisfied.
It’s just... she couldn’t see her family and loved ones all the ti.
At the hotel, after charging her phone, An Yiqing sent a group text about her safety. Within seconds, she received many replies. So asked, "Did you go to Mars for a vacation?" Others questioned, "Are you on a treasure hunt?" And then there were those, like Tingting and Ruan Xue, asking, "Did you get pregnant and run to the mountains to nurture your fetus?" In short, the questions varied, but they were all a bit offbeat.
After reading all the ssages, An Yiqing chuckled for a long ti, then picked up the phone to call the An Family Villa. Naturally, the family video called for a long chat. It was nightti now, and An Zisheng and others had returned from work, the whole family expressing their longing enthusiastically.
At this mont, An Yiqing was neither the new Pavilion Master of Sky Punishnt Pavilion who wounded a Black Dragon, nor the Dragon Taming Clan’s descendant revered and thanked by the Dragon Clan. She was just an ordinary girl, a girl loved by her parents and family.
"By the way, Niuniu, Lao San went on a mission a few days ago, you probably can’t reach him right now," An Zhiyan suddenly said.
An Yiqing was taken aback, a hint of disappointnt flashed deep in her eyes.
"Do you know where he went?"
An Zhiyan shook his head, "Not sure, it’s inconvenient for to ask too much about Hong Ci. You can call Brother Chiang Yi, he’s stationed in Xuandu City."
An Yiqing nodded, exchanged a few more words with the An Family, then hung up the phone.
Holding the phone, sitting on the sofa, An Yiqing pondered for a mont. She brought up Gu Yelin’s number, her finger hesitated over the screen for a long ti, but eventually, she didn’t press dial.
It’s not the fear of sothing happening, but the fear of what might happen. If Gu Yelin was on a mission now, a call from her could ruin his plan, putting him in danger.
After thinking for a long while, An Yiqing dialed Chiang Yi’s number.
"Xiao Qing?" Chiang Yi’s tone was slightly surprised, "Where have you been all this while? We almost filed a missing person report."
An Yiqing ignored Chiang Yi’s cold humor, chuckling softly and getting straight to the point, "I’ve been dealing with sothing recently, wandered a bit far. Has Ah Lin gone on a mission?"
"Ah, yes. Recently, there’s been a gang of desperadoes in the country, ruthless, with Special Ability beings. The boss took Tan Yulin and a few others to capture them, probably won’t be back for a few days."
An Yiqing let out a "hmm," glanced at Hongye, who was signaling her to co over from the door, and stood up from the sofa.
"Thanks, I’ve got sothing on this side, so I’ll hang up. Goodbye."
Chiang Yi stared at his phone’s dark screen with wide eyes, biting back words he hadn’t finished. He wanted to ntion that the boss’s mission site wasn’t too far from Langgesanu Peak...
Hongye and An Yiqing agreed to go for a walk in the evening. Originally, An Yiqing didn’t plan to go, but it was rare for Hongye to visit the outside world, so naturally, she wanted to make the most of it. Thinking it over, as she had nothing else to do, An Yiqing agreed to Hongye’s request.
"I checked, there’s a night market in the town at night. It’s said to have many fun trinkets. Let’s go and have a look," Hongye exclaid excitedly.
An Yiqing raised an eyebrow, looking at the snow around them, feeling a bit surprised. A night market in this weather? The residents of this town must have quite the resilience.
The two strolled leisurely, soon arriving at the scene. This town, covered in snow year-round, had residents with great cold tolerance, setting up stalls and shouting out their wares even in the cold, creating a bustling atmosphere.
Hongye imdiately perked up, flitting from stall to stall like a red butterfly, tirelessly. anwhile, An Yiqing sauntered lazily through the night market, hands in pockets, savoring this rare leisure ti.
The two stayed until late, and if not for the market’s closing ti, with Hongye’s enthusiasm, they might have shopped until morning.
"This one’s for Old Jin, that one’s for Old Hei, and this teapot is for the Old Clan Chief," Hongye chattered non-stop along the way, unable to contain her excitent.
An Yiqing pinched her brow, "Did you buy gifts for everyone in the Dragon Clan?"
Hongye paused, nodding, "Pretty much."
An Yiqing chuckled to herself, relieved this girl wasn’t human. Or else, with her spending speed, she’d empty her savings within a week.
By now, it was late, and the street was deserted. Occasionally, a few nightshift workers hurried by. The black street lamps cast a dim yellow light, reflecting warmly on the snow-covered ground.
An Yiqing and Hongye carried their bags leisurely along the dark path, as if taking a casual stroll.
Suddenly, a strong murderous aura ca from behind.
An Yiqing’s heart tightened, she quickly turned around. The night was pitch-black, like a gaping, bloody maw, yet empty.
Sothing was wrong, that murderous intent was unusual.
"Xiao Qing..." Hongye sensed the oddity too, using her eyes to ask if An Yiqing needed to take action.
An Yiqing shook her head, "Don’t act rashly, just pretend we don’t know anything."
With that, she pulled Hongye along, continuing their casual pace towards the hotel.
A shadowy figure silently appeared behind them, the elongated shadow lting into theirs without a trace. A pale hand held a black pistol, the muzzle slowly aiming at the back of An Yiqing’s head.
"Don’t move, don’t make a sound."
A low and sharp voice ca from behind, and An Yiqing smiled playfully. She ignored the gun against her head, slowly turning to expose her brow beneath the dark muzzle.
"Xuandu City prohibits firearms, it seems you’re quite the character," she said nonchalantly, as if chatting with an old friend.
The shadow paused, surprised that this hostage neither cried nor was frightened, but chatted with such ease.
"Shut up, say another word and I’ll shoot you."
An Yiqing raised an eyebrow, fell silent, and said no more. Hongye stood beside her, motionless, the shadow assud the girl was scared stiff.
"Co with , no funny business, or I’ll kill you."
An Yiqing and Hongye lifted their steps, following the man step by step into an alley.
Entering the alley, An Yiqing sensed at least five people, and among them, one seed to be an expert.
Surprised, she thought, how could such a nondescript town have people like this?
The gun-wielding man was unaware his accomplices were exposed, pressing the gun to An Yiqing’s head, he shouted low into the alley.
"Boss, we’ve got the hostage."
Monts later, footsteps sounded, and five shadows approached from different directions in the alley. Despite the deep darkness, An Yiqing casually glanced at them; five n led by a mid-sized man radiating ruthlessness and rcilessness. His features weren’t striking, but a long scar below his right eye was unforgettable.
Just from this man’s deanor, An Yiqing could tell he was a desperado.
However, what caught her attention most was the foreign man following the scarred one. With flaxen hair and deep, pronounced features, though not exceptionally handso, his eerie aura inspired fear. His towering physique was typical of foreigners, always shadowing the scarred man with a deadpan look, like a stagnant pool.
An Yiqing lowered her gaze, recognizing the man as an expert.
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