In the rainy weather, the alley leading to the pleasure district south of the city was dim and lightless.
Rain pattered against the tiles and rubble, drip by drip.
A cold wind howled past, making the doors and windows of the nearby houses flap and rattle.
Yet that voice came through clearly. "Care for a spar?"
Chen Yi looked toward the roof of the tile house in the distance and naturally recognized him—the disciple of White Immortal Gongye Bai, Shui Hetong, known as the man whose fists could suppress a thousand miles of mountains and rivers.
"A spar?"
Chen Yi pulled down the bamboo hat on his head and said evenly, "Brother Shui, forgive me. I still have matters to attend to."
Shui Hetong was somewhat surprised. "Since you know who I am, you should know my relationship with that... her."
"If you will not give Shui face, then for her sake, surely you need not be so distant with Shui?"
"You are you. She is she."
Chen Yi had made up his mind to ignore Shui Hetong.
The inexplicably appearing Snow Sword Lord, Ye Guxian, had already given him quite a headache.
And now another Shui Hetong had come looking for him.
Who was to say this was not a trap laid by White Immortal?
Troublesome.
Yet the more Chen Yi wished to avoid becoming entangled with Gongye Bai and the others, the more Shui Hetong stuck to him like plaster.
His body turned into a streak of rainbow light, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at Chen Yi's side.
"Why must Brother Liu Wu keep Shui a thousand miles away? You should know that Shui came this time at her request, to protect the Xiao Family."
Chen Yi turned his head toward him and pointed