In the Jianghu, the Xuanji Sect had always been famous for its qinggong, thus, both Liu Wensheng and Feng Yue excelled in it by a notch above the rest.
Soon, the white figure was caught.
Feng Yue grabbed her by the collar, forcing the person to lift their head, and upon seeing that face, his expression slightly froze.
Wasn't this the same girl they had seen in the yard during their first night raid at the Grandmaster Residence, the one holding the colored glaze lamp?
Liu Wensheng also recognized her, his voice cold as he asked, "Who are you?"
After being caught, her lips trembled, and after a long while, she finally stammered out a few words, "I… my name is Cuiyu."
"Cuiyu?" Liu Wensheng repeated the name softly, his brow slightly furrowed.
In his memory, there was no one named Cuiyu at the Grandmaster Residence.
However, he had left the Grandmaster Residence a long time ago, and it was very possible that she had arrived after his departure.
