The misunderstanding over those smacking sounds had left a deep impression on him. Now, every time he returned, he seemed to hear this woman rustling closer to Chuntian, making him strain his ears to figure out what was going on, only to learn nothing. Who could understand how exhausting that was?
Damn it, there was someone else right beside them! This was even worse than the Land of Exile.
Everything she said sounded like a woman waiting for her husband to come home. Was this really City Lord Bian, who had wanted them dead?
He dimly recalled the splendor of City Lord Bian standing proudly outside the inn that rainy night, heroic bearing, noble grace, and ruthless decisiveness all embodied in one person.
Now she looked like such a demure little woman that he hardly dared recognize her.
He could say whatever he liked; Bian Weiying still treated him as though he did not exist.
After recovering a little, Shi Chun set out again with Wu Jinliang.
They went back to the same place, ambushed the monsters, slaughtered a swath of them, then fled once they had roused the whole horde's fury.
They returned to rest, then went back to fight again once they had recovered.
Throughout all these comings and goings, Bian Weiying never asked where they were going or what they were doing.
Why they had Wind Scales, why they could move freely through darkness so thick they could not see their own hands-she was curious about all sorts of things, yet never mentioned any of them, never asked a single question. She only expressed concern whenever they returned and reminded them to be careful whenever they left.
When she was alone in the darkness, she was still a little afraid.
The darkness here was different from the