The instant Ye Zhixing leaped out the window, Si Wuya realized what was wrong. There had been a problem from the moment he left the secluded hut! In the end, he looked at the person and said, "Luring the tiger away from its mountain?"
"Si Wuya?" The person turned around slowly. There was a black eyepatch covering his left eye. Si Wuya wondered if he was truly blind. He had a thick beard and a weathered face. There was a saber at his waist, and his posture was straight. The one-eyed man said in a clean and crisp voice, "Hello."
Si Wuya looked to the left and right. There were slightly more than ten individuals in ordinary clothes hiding around him. He replied, "I don't believe that we've met."
"That's alright. I'll make sure that you remember me…" Han Yuyuan clapped his hands before more than ten people charged over.
Si Wuya did not resist. He allowed himself to be bound. He said with a faint smile on his face, "Aren't you going to kill me?"
