The Small World's Past (Part 2)

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As the saying went, thieves never left empty-handed.

Yet these past few days, Yang Yun had been plagued by rotten luck. She had been caught by the same person three days in a row. If not for her superb lightness skill, she would surely have fallen into the hands of that man in red.

That man in red was strange as well. He did not look young, yet from the first time he saw her, his eyes had been filled with lust. In the encounters that followed, he had gone all out to capture her.

Master had been right after all. Not a single man was any good; every last one was a lecher.

In her panic, she could only hide in the most remote places. She even had to come to this place in the dead of night to retrieve that item. It was all that red-robed man's fault. Stroking the cloth pouch at her waist, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Whenever she thought of the way that red-robed man looked at her, Yang Yun felt uncomfortable all over. Beneath that gaze, it was as though she wore not a stitch of clothing.

She immediately shook her hands repeatedly, driving away that discomfort. Feeling her way through the darkness, she found the enormous boulder and slipped into its hollow belly. Only then did she relax.

She struck a tinderbox, and one corner of the stone chamber lit up. Yang Yun pressed a stone knob on the table. From three pagoda-shaped stone lotuses rose an oil lamp, emerging from the tabletop. Once lit, the chamber became bright as day. Several sticks of sandalwood incense lay in a groove beside the stone table.

She untied the cloth pouch at her waist and