A dark figure swiftly emerged from the rooftop.
"Ah!" Old Mrs. Xu's cries grew increasingly poignant.
Shen Ruoxi's body rose gracefully.
Without the support of inner strength, her Qinggong was hard to sustain.
She tightly grasped the beam, using force to flip onto the rooftop, yet the dark figure had already fled a distant ten feet away.
"Someone, catch the assassin!" Shen Ruoxi shouted loudly, then dashed away.
Soon, the guards of Shen Mansion were out in force.
"Shen Ruoxi, you're a delicate young lady, why get involved in these violent affairs? I'm off now! See you next time," the man said frivolously, disappearing into the vast night.
"Marquis, where's the assassin?"
Someone leapt onto the rooftop; Shen Ruoxi pointed forward, and the crowd immediately pursued.
This commotion startled Shen Ruoxi's eldest sister-in-law and fifth sister-in-law.
Upon inquiry, they learned that an assassin had indeed infiltrated Old Mrs. Xu's room.
