Pei Yuhang had just begun to speak when his gaze sharpened.
"What's wrong?"
Little Yueqiu was exceptionally bright and keenly sensed Pei Yuhang's vigilance. She carefully clutched the hem of her clothes and asked in a small voice,
"Is it our pursuers?"
Pei Yuhang shook his head. He left her with a single sentence—"You eat the fish first. I'll be back before it gets cold"—then picked up the Silent Sword and walked out the door.
Little Yueqiu pressed her lips together, then silently placed the roasted fish back over the fire to continue cooking it.
'As long as I keep roasting the fish, it won't get cold... He'll definitely come back.'
...
The moment Pei Yuhang stepped out of the thatched hut, the autumn wind suddenly died.
He stood silently with his gaze lowered, his white robes shimmering with a cold light in the dawn. A withered leaf drifted down, scraping against his scabbard, and split silently in two before it could touch the stone path.
"SNAP—"
