After leaving the cathedral, Li Changzhou and his two companions split from Yafeiluna and her group.
They hadn't come to socialize or catch up; their mission was complete, and naturally, there was nothing more to talk about. Yafeiluna herself had many things to attend to.
"There are always bigger fish." Li Changzhou sighed.
On bus 389 to Palermo Independence Square, the clouds freely painted across the blue sky seemed like an angel was the artist.
There were few passengers on the bus, and like repelling magnets, they kept their distance from one another.
Hearing what her brother said, Qian Xia became animated and immediately began mocking him, "Some invincible force you are, yet you ran away with your tail between your legs!"
"Didn't you hear me say 'there are always bigger fish'? I wasn't defeated by a person, but a whole other sky."
Before Qian Xia could open her mouth to respond further, Li Changzhou continued:
