A sudden sound cut her off. A whistling arrow, glinting with cold light, shot between them and embedded itself straight into the wall. A figure darted away. Ye Zhiqiu followed the sound, knowing that few people could escape Lord Ye's men, so Yan Ruqin didn't need to help. She simply examined the sheepskin scroll pinned firmly to the wall by the arrow. The paper was yellowed and worn, seemingly many years old. Looking closer, she suddenly froze. Surely it couldn't be that absurd?
It could. Young Master Ye had suffered a humiliating disgrace. On his own turf, a master martial artist had actually lost his quarry! No, he hadn't lost them, because he hadn't even caught a glimpse of them. What incredible speed! They had slipped into the Wind and Rain Tower in broad daylight without anyone noticing, then vanished right under his nose. What a terrifying opponent.
He returned empty-handed, deeply embarrassed and barely able to face Yan Ruqin. But he was also terribly curious about what she was holding, so he cautiously leaned over for a look and froze too.
A treasure map?
This is going to be trouble!
