The man smiled faintly.
"That's true."
"Come, feed me a grape."
"Oh, stop it."
Her coy voice rose, and things began developing in a direction best left undescribed.
Eavesdropping from the eaves, Chen Jing felt he had to do something now, or the pair would stage a battle right in front of him.
He delayed no longer.
He flipped down from the eaves, released a burst of true qi, and blasted the door open with a crack, darting inside like a swallow.
Before their stunned eyes, Chen Jing thrust out a hand, reaching straight for the young man who had pinned the woman beneath him.
This man was the owner of the Goldsource Firm.
He was undoubtedly Wei Mingjiao, nephew of Wei Cen, the general commanding the city's defenses.
And his words made it clear that he knew about the Western Rong spies' shady dealings.
As far as Chen Jing was concerned, matters had reached the point where he could act. As for evidence and confessions...
Those could wait until he had the man in custody!
It all happened in a flash.
Chen Jing burst through the doorway and pounced through the air.
Wei Mingjiao's face was pale, his body plainly hollowed out by wine and women. Even fully on guard, he might not have been able to withstand a single move from Chen Jing.
All the more so when his thoughts had been entirely on the woman before him. Only upon hearing the noise did he try to turn and throw a punch.
He was far too late.
Chen Jing chopped down with his palm and seized his wrist.
Then he gave it a violent shake.
Yin-yang demon-quelling true qi surged into him, transforming into two streams of searing heat and bitter cold that sent a shudder through Wei