The Qin sisters exchanged a look. Who would be out stealing watermelons in the middle of the night?
Gu Xi didn't explain. She leaned quietly against a tree, closed her eyes to rest, and simultaneously released her spiritual power to blanket the entire camp.
But the little thief was smarter and more patient than she had imagined.
The moon climbed to its zenith, but the little thief remained hidden in the shadows, not moving a muscle.
Like the most patient of hunters in the dead of night.
Gu Xi wasn't worried, either. She even intentionally concealed her aura.
Seeing this, Qi Xiang and the other two tactfully withdrew to the side.
Time ticked by. In the thick of the night, an unknown presence was closing in, silent and unseen.
Suddenly, the wind rose, and a vine twitched.
