Su Bei led Nan Ji by the hand. He wore a black gauze robe underneath and a white tunic over it.
A night breeze whispered past, almost imperceptible, gently lifting his long robe. Their hair intertwined under the moonlight.
The burly man with the handlebar mustache, the leader of the group, squinted. Observing the couple's fearless demeanor, his heart sank to the depths. In the business of robbery, what was most needed was vigilance—the ability to see and hear everything, keen eyesight above all.
Yet, seeing the stunningly beautiful woman with sparkling eyes and pearly white teeth, snuggling up to the man with a coquettish pout, he couldn't help but gulp.
He himself possessed a Foundation Establishment cultivation, but no matter how he scrutinized the two, they didn't show the slightest hint of cultivation. Could they really be some clueless young masters from a prominent family who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth?
