The courtyard, the assassin, the black cat, the moonlight, the youth.
This scene resembled a painting, bizarre yet unexpectedly harmonious.
Jiao Tu stood on the rooftop, looking down at Chen Ji who was picking food beside the square table. She suddenly felt emotional, "Time flies so quickly. Two months ago, when Yun Yang said you might surpass both of us, I didn't believe it. Yet in the blink of an eye, you've indeed become our superior."
Chen Ji sincerely responded, "It's a matter of coincidence. On the one hand, I have risen quickly, and on the other, you two have fallen rapidly... If I had been slower, or if you had been slower, none of this would have happened."
Yun Yang's expression turned slightly cold. He folded his arms and looked at Chen Ji coldly, "You are not yet qualified to be our superior."
