After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

Steward Ouyang is going to the young sect leader's room.

Although it was troublesome, it was within Tang Li's expectations.

Seeing that Steward Ouyang was about to leave, she quickly and quietly followed behind him: she couldn't find her way out on her own!

At this point, the killing of Steward Li was a minor matter. In any case, the girl who was wrongly accused of murder could not be executed anytime soon. Tang Li weighed the pros and cons and naturally decided to deal with the more pressing issues first.

She didn't want to alert the enemy; if Steward Ouyang went to the side room and found that the incense hadn't been changed, he might become suspicious.

The biggest fear is that they will suspect the information has been leaked. If this group changes their plans because of it, Tang Li will be put in a passive position.

Moreover, she didn't have time to inform Han Zhou in a short period of time.

Tang Li's eyes flashed: Since the incense itself was not poisonous, but only served to put the young sect leader into a deep sleep, then she didn't need to be so timid.

So they simply followed Steward Ouyang's instructions and went to change the incense.

There was still an hour and a half before the assassin's operation was scheduled. This was enough time for her to change the incense and then go to inform Han Zhou.

Perhaps because Tang Li was small and easy to hide, the concealment item worked its magic until she left the prison. As soon as she reached a more crowded area, Tang Li immediately put on a speed boost item.

Ignoring whether others would see her, Tang Li bypassed Steward Ouyang and ran towards the side room.

Fortunately, the journey back was uneventful. However, by the time Tang Li finally arrived at the guest room where the distinguished guests were staying, the banquet had already ended.

The room was lit up, and burly guards stood at the door. Clearly, the young master of the Iron Calculation Sect had already settled here.

Tang Li cursed inwardly.

Steward Ouyang was still getting closer. Tang Li didn't have time to think about anything else. She wiped her face with her sleeve, casually pressed down her disheveled hair with her fingers, and slowly walked to the door.

The little girl smiled and handed the incense sticks she was holding to the guards at the door: "Thank you for your trouble, brothers. Steward Ouyang sent me to deliver incense to the young sect leader."

Judging from the uniforms of those guards, they were clearly people that the young sect master himself had brought from the Iron Calculation Sect.

They all knew that their young master was used to using Southern Incense, and seeing that the person delivering the incense was just a thin, small child with unsteady steps, they simply checked the token given by Steward Ouyang, then pushed open the door and led her into the side room.

Tang Li was surprised to find herself delivering the incense. She entered the room with a heavy heart, not daring to look around, but she could still tell that all the decorations and ornaments inside looked quite valuable.

The young sect leader was not here; he had probably already gone into the inner room of the private room.

With guards watching and Tang Li herself in a hurry to leave, she quickly changed the incense, nodded to the guards, and prepared to go.

However, after walking only a few steps out of the private room, he unexpectedly ran into Steward Ouyang.

The moment Steward Ouyang saw Tang Li, his eyes turned frightening.

She grabbed Tang Li's hair tightly, her voice urgent and harsh: "Why are you still here?!"

"Ah—" A loud cry of pain rang out.

Tang Li's eyes were filled with fear. The little girl didn't even dare to lift her head, and could only pitifully sob, "I...I came to change the incense..."

"You!" Manager Ouyang was so angry that her eyes were blazing. She came to the private room to check just in case, but she never expected that this little brat would actually dare to dawdle until now to change the incense.

"Please don't be angry, please don't be angry!" Before Steward Ouyang could utter a single harsh word, Tang Li screamed in fright, "Little Fourth Brother said he has diarrhea and told me to go get the incense myself. I... I just arrived, I don't know... I don't know where the storeroom is..."

Tang Li took the opportunity to expose Xiao Si's laziness.

The child's innocent voice, filled with panic and fear, whispered into your ears, drawing the attention of the guards at the door. This was exactly what Tang Li intended.

Manager Ouyang felt their scrutinizing gazes, his face stiffened, and he hardened his heart, determined to take Tang Li away and deal with her later.

But just then, the situation that Tang Li had deliberately disrupted took another turn.

"What happened?"

A calm voice came from inside the door.

The doorway to the private room fell completely silent for a moment.

—He is the young sect leader.

A child of about ten years old pushed open the door and came out. He had already taken off his hair crown, which showed that he had just taken a bath. His black hair was still damp, but his clothes were neat and tidy, and he was carrying a brocade backpack on his back.

Perhaps due to the arduous journey from the Iron Calculation Gate to "Jie Bailing" over the past few days, and the excessive drinking and toasting at the banquet, he now looked around at the faint blue shadows, and his expression revealed a weariness rarely seen in martial artists. Yet, his entire being exuded the imposing aura cultivated by his high position, and his imposing presence was overwhelming as soon as he stood at the entrance.

Even if it doesn't quite inspire fear, it still commands respect.

The young sect leader's gaze was indifferent as he swept his eyes over the group, but paused slightly when it landed on the small figure with his back to him.

—He had seen her.

the other side.

After the banquet, King Zhou of Han returned to his courtyard.

He walked slowly, the wind tonight was a gentle breeze, carrying a refreshing coolness, unlike the ambiguous spring breeze of usual.

It's a good way to get rid of the smell of alcohol.

Han Zhou was in a rare good mood as he walked along a path lined with flowers and willows, only to hear the footsteps of an uninvited guest.

Footsteps, breathing, the rustling of robes, the rhythm of arm movements, the soft clinking of accessories.

People are always amazed at how easily assassins can identify the people around them. But how can one describe to them that the moment their ears receive the signal, everything is already sketched out in human form in their mind?

Han Zhou clicked his tongue lightly, didn't turn around, and quickened his pace.

"Instructor Han, please wait." To everyone's surprise, the person behind him did not ignore him as they had agreed, but instead shamelessly called out to him.

King Zhou of Han finally stopped, albeit reluctantly.

"Instructor Han, on such a beautiful day, you should be out strolling around and relaxing. Why are you in such a hurry to go back to your boring courtyard as soon as the banquet is over?"

The man who spoke was about twenty years old, tall and elegant. His appearance and attire did not resemble those of a martial arts practitioner, but rather those of a scholar or poet.

Han Zhou cursed his bad luck inwardly and said coldly, "You're in a hurry to go back to teaching and educating people."

Upon hearing this, the visitor laughed as if he had heard an outrageous joke, saying, "I heard you've found another promising talent today? Are you in a hurry to go back and train him?"

"Instructor Han, ever since you insisted on taking on this 'instructor' responsibility, you've recruited all the most talented disciples. The entire sect is waiting for a successor, but you keep ruining them, one after another. These are clearly geniuses who would be cherished in any sect, yet you've driven them all to their deaths!"

The scholar's aloofness finally crumbled, and the newcomer revealed a sarcastic expression. "Instructor Han, Lord Han, this isn't teaching and nurturing; you're severing the very lifeline of 'Jie Bailing'!"