Another wave of assassins was more numerous; Gu Jiao counted them—six in total. Each one emitted a very potent aura, an aura that felt strangely familiar to her.
Three people and a bird hid amongst the thick branches of a tree. Gu Jiao and Gu Chengfeng held their breath in concentration, with Gu Jiao cupping her hand over her aunt's breath. She didn't smother her, but it maximized the muffling of any sound.
Seeing Gu Jiao cover up, Xiaojiu turned its bird eyes, spread its wings, and covered its own head.
Gu Chengfeng beside her: ..."Wait, you're a bird, why are you covering yourself up?"
The group of people was unaware that Gu Jiao and the others were up in the tree, thinking they had moved on. They displayed their lightness skills and went ahead in pursuit.
After confirming the people were far away, Gu Chengfeng finally spoke, "What do we do now?"
The carriage was gone, the horses had run off—is it possible that they would have to walk back to the Capital City on foot?