Jin Yong followed this lecher step by step while cursing Yue Mingxuan bitterly in his heart.
If it weren't for him, how could he as the head of the shadow guards have been forced to spend an entire night lurking inside a brothel while listening to their moaning through the wall?
The rain threads that was fine and dense quickly soaking through both of their clothes.
Yang Xiao was still immersed in memories of last night's fragrant tenderness and had not noticed at all that someone was following him from behind.
The rain gradually grew heavier.
Yang Xiao cursed under his breath and quickened his pace.
Suddenly, a burst of cold wind rushed straight toward him and instinctively, he dodged backward.
A flash of silvery white blade swept past the tip of his nose and the force of the strike even left a thin blood mark across it.
