In the gloomy, rainy weather, the alley leading to the red-light district in South City was dim and lightless. The rain beat against the roof tiles, PATTER PATTER. The cold wind howled past, rattling the doors and windows of the nearby houses.
Yet, the voice reached his ears clearly: "How about we spar?"
Chen Yi looked at the tiled roof in the distance, naturally recognizing his identity—the disciple of Immortal Bai, Gongye Bai; Shui Hetong, who was known for the "Punch that Suppresses a Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains."
"Spar?" Chen Yi pulled down the bamboo hat on his head and said plainly, "Forgive me, Brother Shui, but I still have things to do."
Shui Hetong was a bit surprised. "Since you know me, you should be clear about my relationship with your... with her.
"Even if you don't give me face, you should at least consider her face and not be such a stranger with me, right?"
"You are you, and she is she." Chen Yi made up his mind to ignore Shui Hetong.
