After parting with the Empress, Yan Wanqing took a road she had never traveled before.
The road was sparsely populated and faster, but more difficult to traverse, requiring her to scale walls and rooftops—a path the old her would never have considered, but now, things were different; her martial skills had returned.
When Yan Wanqing flipped over a wall, she heard a clamor from beyond it.
"If you come any closer, I won't be polite anymore!"
The voice was very familiar.
Yan Wanqing was momentarily stunned, then she leapt onto the roof and saw Li Chengxiang.
She didn't know why he was alone, holding only a vegetable basket, waving it feebly in the air.
Three burly men were closing in on him, their sleazy expressions growing as they continued to advance.
"If you come any closer, I really will stop being polite—I mean it!" Li Chengxiang's threat left them unmoved, so he threw his vegetable basket at them.
