Nightfall descended, and tranquility enveloped a wealthy district by the Menam River in Bangkok, where less than a third of the villas had their lights on.
Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the balcony of one of the villas, manipulating flying knives with his telekinesis, practicing flying knife assassination amidst continuous whooshing sounds.
"Buzz~"
Suddenly, the vibration of a cell phone broke the silence.
At the sound, Ye Fan's consciousness stirred, and he retracted the two Xuanye Flying Blades that had been shuttling back and forth, stood up, walked to a mahogany table, picked up the phone, and was surprised to find that the call was from Chu Ji.
"Dear, what are you doing?" As soon as the call connected, Chu Ji's delicate voice came through the wireless connection directly into Ye Fan's ears.
Ye Fan smiled knowingly, "I'm practicing with my flying knives."
