At the summit of the Taihang Mountains, Lu Xiaofeng stood looking at an old woman beside him. "Did you really need to disguise yourself like this? I recognized you from your lightness skill on the way up."
The old woman looked decrepit, with one foot in the grave. But could an old woman who had reached the summit of the Taihang Mountains really be too weak to truss a chicken?
When "she" opened her mouth, a man's voice came out. "Little Chicken Lu, you could keep your mouth shut even if you recognized me."
"I made a bet with someone. Don't pull the stage out from under me."
Lu Xiaofeng shook his head helplessly. This friend was one of the world's foremost master thieves, known as the King of Thief Kings.
Together with Thief Marshal Chu Liuxiang, Thief Sage Bai Zhantang, and Thief God Ji Wuming, he was counted among the world's Four Great Thieves.
But Sikong Zhaixing had always considered his thieving skills the best in the world. Besides excellent lightness skill and swift movement, he had mastered the Disguise Technique, Ventriloquism Technique, Bone-Shrinking Skill, and many other thieves' arts that kept people from recognizing him.
His only fault was his fondness for making bets. Fortunately, he was a good sport and always accepted his losses.
Though a thief, he never stole money to spend. Other people paid him handsomely to steal particular things. His theft was an art, not a means of making a living.
"Little Chicken Lu, I heard you're friends with Ren Woxing too, and helped him kill Dongfang Bubai? How far behind mine was Dongfang Bubai's movement skill?"
Lu Xiaofeng rolled his eyes. "If Dongfang Bubai wanted to kill you, you wouldn't have had any chance of surviving within ten paces."
"And I'm not friends