In the courtyard, Bai Long sat calmly, with a tea set displayed in front of him. A silver teapot was slowly heating on a small red clay stove, as if engaged in a tea chat around the fire with a few friends.
Treasure Monkey, wearing a wooden monkey mask, sat cross-legged on the ground next to him, engrossed in making kites. It looked rather comical.
But Mrs. Lu would not find it comical.
The names of the Twelve Signs of the Spy Department were like twelve towering mountains. The shadow cast by these mountains alone suffocated the people of Jianghu.
If Sheep and Rabbit were watching you, you wouldn't dare close your eyes while sleeping; falling into Meng Ji's hands, all your secrets would be extracted cleanly; Treasure Monkey takes on human faces, unpredictable; if you're listed in Xuan Snake's register, you'll be captured and returned to the Imperial Prison even if you hide to the ends of the earth…
But these people combined couldn't compare to two words.
Bai Long.
