He took out Yang Yinglong's marshal seal and the seized military registers. "These material proofs are enough to clear our name."
Lan Xiaodie had arrived at some unknown moment. Her beautiful eyes glimmered as she drew a jade box from her bosom. "My Five Poison Sect has a 'Soul-Seeking Gu' that can track a scent to find the one pulling the strings behind the scenes." She lifted the lid; three golden silkworm gu beat their wings, eager to fly. "Only, we'll need someone to slip into the Ming Army Camp."
"I'll go!" Shi Xiong gripped the White Rainbow Treasure Sword, his young face flushing crimson. But Xie Wen pressed a hand to his shoulder. "Better that I take the falcon. Those hidden sentries of the Jinyi Guard can't fool this little fellow's eyes."
The falcon seemed almost human in its understanding, spreading its wings to alight on his shoulder, its sharp gaze as if already piercing the night.
