Sikong Zhaixing, known throughout the Jianghu as the Thief of Thieves, had never failed a theft, and others always paid handsomely to hire him to steal.
He had just completed another theft, accepting a wealthy merchant's commission to steal back a Jade Pan Peach that a martial arts family had seized from him.
"Little Chicken Lu got his hands on some more fine wine. He even bragged about it to me last time. This time, I'll steal every drop."
Sikong Zhaixing flitted lightly through the mountain forest, planning to go play a trick on his old friend.
Suddenly, someone appeared in front of him. Sikong Zhaixing's figure swayed as he tried to slip around the stranger.
He whipped his head around and saw the young man following him, matching his speed exactly.
How was that possible?
Even if his lightness skill was not the best under heaven, few could match him. Even some martial arts myths might not be able to catch him; after all, lightness skill was the only thing he could boast of.
But who was this young man? Had some old friend disguised himself to play a trick on him?
With a flick of his finger, a leaf became a hidden weapon and flew toward the stranger.
But he saw the stranger casually extend his left hand and catch the leaf between his fingers. That technique belonged to none of his old friends.
He could think of only one person with such lightness skill and such technique: Lin Lang, the Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming.
But if it was Lin Lang, why disguise himself? He only had to speak, and Sikong Zhaixing would not dare leave.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
Sikong Zhaixing was on full alert. He appeared to be watching the stranger, but