Time rewound to last night, 11:22 PM.
Lei Ya dragged his long knife and slashed.
In the blink of an eye, as Iron Mark rapidly retreated, his fingers clasped onto the back collar of the young lad he passed.
The fierce wind blew open.
Lei Ya's blade light veered off course.
It was also amid the roaring dust in the sky.
Behind the young lad, Iron Mark whispered, "I don't kill you because of Shenxiao. If you want the key, come and find me."
Then, he flung the youth from his hand.
...
On the training ground, the morning wind brushed through the trees on both sides.
With a rustling sound.
The air between Jinye and the old man appeared to freeze.
A thread of chill stirred someone's heartstrings.
Yet the old man still wore his kind smile, holding the coconut at an unhurried pace, "Don't be nervous, just speak frankly."
Jinye swallowed the last of the coconut juice, "Senior, I'm very afraid of dying, can you understand me?"
