Qi Zhong ran wildly over the vast expanse of the rooftop, his black outfit flying like a night owl.
Each step took him several yards, from Fuyou Street to Blacksmith Alley, a hundred yards covered in an instant. The ridges of each tiled house beneath his feet echoed with creaks under his weight, shaking loose the accumulated snow to reveal the gray tiles beneath.
As Qi Zhong leapt into Blacksmith Alley, he suddenly paused on a rooftop ridge and looked back.
A wolf's gaze and an eagle's gaze.
Qi Zhong's eyes swept across the rooftop behind him, not missing a single inch.
Suspicion flashed in his eyes. His plan to abduct Brother Pao and Er Dao was flawless; Jiao Tu and Yun Yang Suo had scoured the entire city but found no traces. How could it be so coincidental that they were rescued just at the crucial moment of welcoming the bride?
Was it a trap?
Or was it real?
