Xiao Yan did not linger. With his knowledge of Wutan City's streets and alleys, he twisted and turned through them, soon leaving the commotion behind and vanishing without a trace.
He ran all the way into a quiet, deserted alley before stopping. Leaning against a weathered wall, he gasped for breath. He pressed a hand to his chest and could clearly feel his heart pounding inside it, beating like a drum.
It was not fear, but an unprecedented thrill and excitement. The pleasure of pulling off a prank spread through every limb and bone, making even his cheeks grow a little warm.
That pleasure flowed through his entire body like a warm current, leaving him walking on air.
The resentment he had accumulated from years of Xiao Yi's teasing seemed to have found a tremendous release in today's little "trial run."
An unprecedented confidence welled up within him. The only reason I kept losing before was that I wasn't prepared enough and had too few tricks! Now I have Yao Lao's legacy and have refined so many "divine weapons." I'll make that guy taste their power!
That confidence grew wildly like weeds, soon taking over his entire mind. I'll strike first! I'll make that sworn older brother who spends all day making fun of me taste what it's like to cry to heaven and get no answer, to plead with the earth and find no help!
Filled with this grand ambition for revenge, Xiao Yan straightened his robes and strode out of the alley, bold and high-spirited. Following his memory, he headed for the places where Xiao Yi was most likely to be found.
Night fell. At the Xiao Clan's main gate, a figure was slowly shuffling sideways. His stiff limbs and rigid sideways steps made him look exactly