Sun Jingyi curled her lips, evidently not believing Lin Yi.
Lin Yi was good- he’d proven that by beating an iron fist user of the Wu house at hand speed.
But Jingyi didn’t believe what Lin Yi had said about his mentor- world class? The best there was? Why would Lin Yi be holed up in a small city like Songshan, if that were the case… He even accepted that job where she paid him a thousand kuai for- wasn’t he a bit cheap?
World class thief- how rich would a thief of that caliber be?
And why was his mentor a master thief, but not his sifu? What was up with them?
Jingyi, as a result, subconsciously labeled Lin Yi’s words as bullshit.
“Alright then, if you’re sure half of their demands is what you want, then it’s a deal.” Jingyi said. “But you better not regret it!”
Lin Yi frowned- this girl had that weird expression on her face, and he couldn’t help but get suspicious… Was something up?
