The cold moon hung in the sky like a hook, and there were no lights or fires on the small street by the river.
Ye Jingtang frowned as he looked at the dark alley. He felt that something was spying on him in the dark, but he couldn't figure out where the feeling came from.
The bird squatting on Dongfang Liren's shoulder spread its wings and flew into the sky without needing an order. It began to investigate the river bank.
Dongfang Liren walked forward with her hands behind her back. She was still waiting for Ye Jingtang to speak when she noticed something amiss. She looked up at the bird hiding in the sky. "What happened to it?"
Ye Jingtang raised his hand slightly and stood in front of Dongfang Liren. He held the hilt of his saber with his left hand and carefully sensed the wind and grass in the night.