Lu Zhou's ears twitched.
The silent palace made it even easier for him to use the listening power from the Heavenly Writing.
He opened his eyes and looked at the skies outside the palace.
A black figure appeared. The figure moved swiftly and nimbly as it snuck into the palace, traversed the corridors, and sniffed about like a dog. He seemed to have a unique talent for picking up scents. Whenever he stopped, a faint energy could be seen swirling around the tip of his nose before quickly disappearing.
At this time, several Imperial guards on patrol passed by outside the palace.
The black figure scurried into a room and hid behind a screen. Again, a faint energy swirled around the tip of his nose before disappearing. His nose twitched. "Who's there?"
He spun around; his eyes widened in shock. He saw an elderly man sitting on a rush cushion inside the room. The old man appraised him, seemingly unafraid.
"What are you looking for, young man?"