A long while, a long while.
Just as Chen Yi was growing impatient, the shadow at the alley's entrance flickered, like a wavering candle flame. Then, his pupils gradually contracted as a familiar petite figure came into view.
She approached, drawing nearer, as if she was merely passing through this street, without noticing Chen Yi at all.
When she passed by Chen Yi, he suddenly struck, a cold gleam appearing for an instant.
Yin Tingxue was so frightened that her whole body tensed, her short legs trembling, as Chen Yi pressed himself forward, placing a blade at her neck the very moment he moved,
"Who are you, and where is this place? If you don't answer…"
Before he could finish, Chen Yi stopped abruptly,
The blade he stretched out had magically turned into a beggar's bowl, missing a chunk of its edge.
Was he begging for food from Yin Tingxue?!
