"Yeah, I also can't stand that Lin Xu. That kid absolutely deserves a beating," the old man continued to say, his figure moving suddenly, jumping off the roof and disappearing into the sky in a few leaps, unnoticed by everyone.
"Who's there? Come out!" Suddenly, Mu Qianyue halted her steps, a flash of sharpness in her phoenix-like eyes. She sensed a fluctuation in the air—a breath that was well-hidden, but she still caught it.
Thinking of the earlier scenes in the pharmacy, Mu Qianyue's expression abruptly turned icy. She had deliberately taken several detours after leaving the pharmacy, fearing someone might send someone to follow her, but still ended up being targeted.
"Hehehe... Little lady, your reaction is not bad," a thick and loud male voice rang out, yet it sounded unfamiliar.
Her brows furrowed slightly, looking up, she saw a figure descending from the sky. The newcomer wore rags like a beggar, with a large gourd hanging at his waist and hair as messy as straw.
