A figure was darting down in the mountains surrounding the Great Imperial Sect. The rocks and trees seemed to pose no obstacle, showcasing the person's incredible agility.

"Leaving so soon after the show? That's not very polite," a sudden voice called out.

The figure halted, peering into the darkness at the person blocking their path.

It was Felix, of course. He was curious about this hidden observer who had not interfered or shown any killing intent throughout the events.

Felix sniffed the air and chuckled. "Ah, that perfume. Still planning to stay silent?"

As the clouds parted and moonlight returned, Felix could make out the silhouette of a woman in tight-fitting dark clothes. When she removed her veil, Felix sighed.

"It really is you, Yvonne," he said. The mention of Chanel perfume had made him suspect her identity.

Even without their passionate night together, he had grown familiar with her scent during their encounters. After all, she had once told him she only wore Chan