Amidst the howling, Fang Zhixing clenched his small ax, traversed the ruins horizontally, and arrived at the South Gate with ups and downs.
By then, daylight had already broken.
Ye Zixuan, with her eyes covered, stood alone at the gate, hands clasped behind her back, as if waiting for something.
Rushing over frantically, Fang Zhixing landed in front of the gate and immediately saw the blindfolded woman. He smiled and greeted her, "Good morning, miss."
Ye Zixuan spoke indifferently, "My name is Ye Zixuan, may I ask who you are?"
Fang Zhixing paused briefly before replying, "I am Zhang Changji, just an ordinary person of Jianghu."
Ye Zixuan's mouth slightly curved in a barely noticeable smile, obviously not convinced, and asked, "Speak, what business do you have with me?"
Fang Zhixing turned his head and, raising the small ax, said loudly, "I'd like to borrow the lady's eyes for a moment."
