Yan Rumeng's face was dark, and she even forgot to send Murong Wushuang and Feng Manxiu downstairs.
"Sister Rumeng, I'm sorry!"
Yinshuang came over and patted her shoulder comfortingly.
"Now that they have discovered my traces, if I stay here any longer, I am afraid that the Nine Heavenly Tower will be destroyed!"
"Yinshuang, actually, you also understand that this Nine Heavens Palace is far less important than you to my sister..."
Yan Rumeng raised her hand to hold his palm that fell on her shoulder, with tears in her eyes.
"Yinshuang is just a cripple, not worthy of my sister's preference. Moreover, Yinshuang also knows the hard work my sister put into establishing this Nine Heavens Palace!"
Yinshuang carefully pulled her palm away from Yan Rumeng's hand.
"So, don't keep me here!"
He turned around and walked over, picked up the long knife on the ground, walked into his room, and gently closed the door.
Looking at the door that was closing a little bit, Yan Rumeng's tears finally slipped down uncontrollably.
Inside the door, Yinshuang raised her hand and pulled off the cloth hat on her head.
Under the candlelight, the face full of scars showed a strange softness and beauty.
However, the look in his eyes became colder little by little.
"Do you have to die?!"
He strode to the window, opened it suddenly, and let the cold wind blow across his face.
Yinshuang dodged and rushed out of the room, rushing towards the southwest.
On the rooftop in the distance, Murong Wushuang gently raised the corners of his lips
Holding the palm of the wind-filled sleeves on the side, using the wind control technique, he spread out and flew up, carefully following behind Yin Shuang.
Along the way, Yinshuang didn't find anyone following her.
His Qinggong is also really impressive. Fortunately, Murong Wushuang's Wind Control Technique does not make any sound. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to track him.
Soon, Yinshuang stopped on the roof of a house
Staring at the deep mansion not far away, a look of contemplation appeared on his face
Seeing him stop, Murong Wushuang was busy holding Feng Manxiu and stopped behind the crown of a big tree.
To their surprise, Yin Shuang suddenly turned around and flew back along the original path.
Murong Wushuang chased him all the way back and watched him go back to his window and carefully close the window sash, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.