Sikong Jing froze at those words. Then the courtyard rang with the cheerful voices of children. "Brother Yang Yi, you're here!"
Laughter and joyous cries instantly spread through the entire courtyard...
Curious, Sikong Jing walked alone toward the courtyard gate. He paused beside the carriage and murmured to himself, "This should be a noble's carriage. The bloodlines of those two horses are exceptionally pure, and they're terrifying existences at the Spirit Martial Stage."
In Chaos District Eight, a carriage like this should not have appeared. After all, Spirit Martial Stage horses were equivalent to having two bodyguards.
Who was this Aunt Jiang who had stirred Yang Yi's emotions so intensely?
With that question in mind, Sikong Jing entered the small courtyard. Inside were more than twenty children of all ages. Standing among them were Yang Yi and a tall woman who carried a fragrant breeze with her.
The woman wore an exquisite veiled hat, white silk hanging tightly beneath its brim and completely concealing her face.
Yang Yi stood before the veiled woman, speaking as though he were a child himself.
"Ah Yi, how did you get hurt?" the woman asked, as if she had not noticed Sikong Jing's arrival.
Concern colored her voice, but Yang Yi said indifferently, "Don't worry, Aunt Jiang. I'm completely fine. I only ran into a little trouble last night, but I've already won."
The woman smiled and nodded, then said, "I need to go to the next place now. I hope you and the children will be happy."
With that, the veiled woman turned and walked toward the gate.
She came face-to-face with Sikong Jing, yet merely gave him an ordinary nod before walking out...
Behind her came the children's cries as they chased after her. "Aunt Jiang, can't you stay?"
Aunt Jiang paused