"Haah....Haaah...." a maid ran through the corridor, gasping for breath as her robe fluttered behind her.
Ahead of her, four figures moved swiftly, barely showing signs of exhaustion, their breathing steady despite the maid's own struggle.
They were cultivators, after all.
But something felt off.
Even with their abilities, their speed wasn't much faster than hers.
It was as if something had dampened their strength.
It was most likely a battle that exhausted their bodies and energy.
"My Lady!" she called out as she finally reached the door, bursting through without hesitation.
The guards who had been trailing her took their positions on either side of the door, their expressions tense as the maid's voice echoed through the room.
"Huh? Is he already here?" Jenny muttered, pulling her daggers out and sliding them into the sheaths on her outfit—a dark, sleek garment designed for swift movements.