PingZe was trailing along the streets early morning. The Sun had just started its climb when he woke YueQin up and tasked her with watching over the sleeping beauty, childe Ma. So that PingZe could go out to stretch his legs and find something to ease his pent-up frustrations.
Ma DaDong had slept like a dead person ever since he was brought back to the inn. PingZe had poked him multiple times through the night, trying to get him to stir, but he never did. He must have been exhausted judging from his frail body and dark rings around his eyes.
PingZe's left cheek still tingled from MingYu flinging his precious book at his face. It was an antique book, with only one copy left in the world! For a man with only one working arm, and supposedly possessing a useless body, MingYu's aim was precise and twice as deadly.
