"This is—"
King Yan Nan's faint suspicion was finally confirmed.
"You plan to leave the city just like this?"
"That's right!"
Ye Yunfeng quickly tied the strip of mourning cloth around his head. Combined with the hemp garment he wore, he certainly looked the part.
He lifted the curtain, peeked outside, and then sat back down properly.
"Have you forgotten? There was a fire in the city the day before yesterday, and several people died. The city was sealed, so no one could even hold proper funerals. Now that the gates are open, the dead should be laid to rest. Wouldn't you say?"
King Yan Nan understood. His face was a mask of utter disbelief.
"You... you mean..."
THUMP THUMP THUMP!
The sudden sound of unified, hurried footsteps echoed through the streets, piercing the quiet morning air!
The corner of Ye Yunfeng's mouth curled into a smirk.
"It seems they can't hold back any longer. They've started to step up the patrols."
