Jiang Ding closed his eyes to nurture the tenth channel of the Kidney Meridian of Foot-Shaoyin, occasionally interspersing his cultivation with the Art of Small Concealment, his breath as solid and unnoticeable as stone and wood.
Suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed.
After contemplating for a moment, he lightly tapped his foot and arrived atop the courtyard wall, following up with several steps, moving like a silent and breathless bird along the eaves of the roofs.
"Wuuu..."
In a certain corner, the scarred strongman Liu Qi forcefully covered a filthy, skinny beggar child's mouth with a cloth. Moments later, the child's body went limp as mud and was thrown onto the ground.
"That's enough, move him to the carriage." Liu Qi snorted coldly and said to the two men behind him, "Doing a simple job for you is either this mistake or that leak!"
"Yes, Brother Qi!"
The two strongmen nodded and bowed, swiftly lifting the beggar child onto the carriage.
