There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Seeing that Jiang Mo hadn't followed, she immediately stopped and called out to him softly twice.

She looked like she wanted him to catch up.

Seeing this, Jiang Mo couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Hmm? Little guy, are you going to lead the way for me?"

Jiang Mo had previously discussed the matter of Yan Dan and Jing Ke with Zi Nu and Yan Ling Ji, but he hadn't said a word to this white fox. Yet, as if knowing Jiang Mo's thoughts, the fox immediately began tracking the scent without any sense of incongruity.

It is not surprising that mythical beasts can understand human nature.

Such perfect understanding makes it seem like they've never met before.

A strange feeling arose in his heart, and Jiang Mo glanced at Yan Lingji without making a sound. The latter understood and nodded slightly at Jiang Mo after carefully sensing his gaze.

This confirms the white fox's judgment on the direction of the chase.

So Jiang Mo didn't delay any longer and followed the white fox as they sped out of the mountains and forests.

Yan Lingji and Zi Nu followed closely behind, flanking the enemy.

Traveling through the mountains at night has never been an easy task.

Even though the moon was bright and the clouds were clear that night, the cool, bright moonlight could not dispel the gloom and ghostly atmosphere in the mountains. Occasionally, a night breeze would blow by, and the sharp, eerie howls that emanated from the treetops were enough to send chills down one's spine.

The Mohist disciples, who were hurrying along with their heads down, suddenly felt a chill run down their spines and couldn't help but look up at the sky frequently.

Apart from the bright moon hanging in the distant sky, only the countless stars remained silent.

There doesn't seem to be anything worth paying attention to.

"What are you looking around for, kid? Don't trip over something and fall flat on your face. No one will be there to help you then."

A few crude words rang out.

The person who spoke not only had a frivolous and casual tone, but also a slightly tipsy manner, making one marvel at how bold this person was, daring to drink alcohol while traveling in the mountains at night.

And yet they have the audacity to talk about others. Aren't they afraid that they might slip and fall into a ravine if they're not careful?

The Mohist disciple who was being ridiculed did not refute the joke, but instead gave an awkward smile:

"Brother Jing, please stop teasing me. I don't know why, but I always feel like someone is watching us in the dark, and I'm always very uneasy..."

The one who spoke earlier was Jing Ke, who had appeared at the YiBao Conference.

He walked in the center of the group, with Yan Dan, the target he was to meet, to his right, and a dozen or so Mohist disciples scattered around him.

The scale of the operation was quite impressive.

The Mohist school possesses the unparalleled lightness skill "Lightning Speed ​​Step," and the speed of its disciples goes without saying.

However, to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, none of the group lit torches while traveling.

Therefore, the speed was not fully increased.

This allowed Jing Ke to leisurely carry his wine gourd and take sips from time to time.

Hearing the mutterings of the Mohist disciple, Jing Ke shook the wine gourd in his hand and raised an eyebrow at him:

"Could it be that the heavy yin energy in the mountains has caused you to attract some unclean spirits? Come, come, how about a sip to boost your yang energy? Even just to bolster your courage would be good~"

The Mohist school of thought includes ideas such as the will of Heaven and the belief in ghosts.

They have never shied away from talking about ghosts and gods.

A free-spirited wanderer like Jing Ke dared to joke and tease ghosts and gods.

Not everyone is as skilled and daring as him. The Mo family disciple was already walking cautiously, and now he dared not add any more difficulty to himself.

Not only the one from before, but all the other Mohist disciples waved their hands repeatedly when Jing Ke offered them wine, not daring to accept it.

This made Jing Ke seem a bit embarrassed.

However, this guy wasn't annoyed at all. After asking around and finding no one willing to drink with him, he turned to Yan Dan beside him and said:

"Brother Yan, what about you? Would you like a bite?"

If this were in later generations, Jing Ke would definitely be a social terrorist. Even though it was only their first meeting, he was very familiar with Yan Dan and called him brother.

As they spoke, he reached out to put his arm around the other person's shoulder, as if he was about to put his arm around their back.

Without showing any fear due to the difference in their social status, he casually offered the dirty item in his hand.

"No need, thank you."

Although Yan Dan had spent the years as a hostage, living under the roof of others, and leading a life of hardship and displacement, he was, after all, of royal lineage. He usually associated with prominent families and was accustomed to their extremely refined manners of social interaction.

They were clearly not comfortable with Jing Ke's overly polite and uncouth manner.

He subconsciously turned slightly to the side, avoiding Jing Ke's hand that reached out to put his arm around his shoulder, and uttered only two words with a slightly awkward tone.

Jing Ke smiled and didn't take it to heart.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is top-quality monkey wine, a rare delicacy that many people would kill for, yet no one appreciates it. What a waste!"

With no one to drink with him, Jing Ke simply raised his cup to invite the bright moon.

By the moonlight, his seemingly casual gaze quickly swept across his surroundings, checking for any possible dangers, but he found nothing of interest.

His gaze swept around, but finally settled on Yan Dan.

Even though she deliberately concealed her identity and acted discreetly, the temperament she had cultivated since childhood was still remarkable, and anyone could tell that Yan Dan had an extraordinary background.

However, what concerned Jing Ke was that the other party followed him quietly and calmly all the way.

Moreover, this guy was covered in dust and his face showed unconcealable fatigue, clearly indicating that his escape here had not been easy.

Despite not being in good condition, I was still able to keep up with their pace.

This Yan Dan, who is being held hostage abroad, is no simple man either.

At least in terms of martial arts skills, he has some unique abilities and has not become like most spoiled brats who indulge in pleasure and thus ruin their health early on.

However, this is not enough to make the Grand Master attach such importance to it.

They even risked offending the Qin state.

What important secret is this guy hiding? It's something that makes you really curious...

Jing Ke was not the only one who held similar thoughts.

The group was in a hurry to get away from Xinzheng and did not notice that a woman was standing quietly on the top of the most prominent tree in the mountains.

Like a ballet dancer, she stood on tiptoe, her movements as graceful as a dragonfly skimming the water.

Despite performing a highly difficult move that could be described as acrobatics, she stood exceptionally steady, without swaying at all.

Even the branches beneath my feet seemed to freeze in the night wind.

She looked down at the mountains and forests below, her gaze following the Mo family's group as they moved forward. Her expression was proud and otherworldly, as if she were a fairy standing on the clouds, observing the mundane lives of ordinary people without joy or sorrow.

The moonlight shone down, as if draping a layer of shimmering veil over it.

However, instead of revealing it to everyone, her original arrogant aura was concealed, and her figure was hidden.

He blended in with the world, attracting no attention.

However, if Jiang Mo were here, he would definitely be able to quickly detect the aura of the magic, and then discern the person's figure and immediately identify where they came from.

Yin Yang School's Dongjun Yanfei!

Chapter 17 Don't think you're all that just because you've broken the illusion.

Dongjun Yanfei, a remarkable woman whom the Yin-Yang School has valued most for the past century.

She is also one of the most beautiful women in the world.

She had long, smooth, jet-black hair, not as long as Yan Lingji's current hair, but just reaching about her waist.

However, his hairstyle is quite distinctive.

She combed her hair to the left and right, confidently revealing her smooth, fair forehead without any attempt to cover it up.

The long hair at the back of her head was tied up with a peculiar crystal hairpin.

Then, a ribbon is tied together and hangs down along the waist and back.

Unlike ordinary hairpins, this crystal hairpin was extremely long.

Both ends are extremely sharp.

Moreover, the hair tie that runs horizontally across the back of the head from behind the neck makes it seem less like a hairpin and more like some kind of peculiar decoration.

Her name is Yan Fei, and her exquisite and flawless face is also elegant and noble.

Even the most favored concubines in the royal palace would find it difficult to rival her in terms of temperament, especially her arrogant and haughty demeanor.

It will make many people feel ashamed of themselves.

Complementing her dignified and elegant face was the woman's exquisite figure and her unique attire, which seemed to have been brought back from a mythical era.

A dazzling, radiant gold.

A deep, mysterious dark purple.

Two very different colors blended together harmoniously, forming the main color scheme of the other person's clothing.

It also made her delicate, fair skin appear even more radiant and lustrous.

Below that swan-like, elegant, and slender neck was a unique decoration that clung tightly to the skin, resembling at first glance a bird spreading its wings and soaring.

Upon closer inspection, the gem above the ravine appears to resemble an eye.

I kept staring into your deep, dark eyes.

Despite these slight oddities, the other party's magnificent and grand style of dress remained unchanged. From the neck down to the golden ball held up by the gold, large areas of fair and smooth skin were fully exposed.

Her shoulders were rounded and her collarbones were elegant...

Her abdomen was covered by a circular pattern in the center of her clothing, while her sides were exposed. However, her wide sleeves completely concealed her jade-like arms.

But what's most eye-catching is the pair of wing-like decorations on the other side.

It was dazzling with gold and exceptionally noble.

The hem of the dark purple long skirt fell all the way down to cover her jade-like feet, but the skirt was not a single piece; rather, it had a slit like a cheongsam.

It was also divided into three pieces.