Late at night, in a dimly lit bedroom, under the silent glow of the lamp, Yeh Feili was drinking alone, indulged in the beauty of the night.
"Whoosh..." A flash of silver flew past, and the sharp knife deeply embedded itself into the desktop, with two-thirds of the blade buried in the wood table, leaving only the handle trembling slightly.
"Good, nice skills!" A round of applause immediately followed, as Yeh Feili smiled awkwardly and stood up, taking a step back to distance himself from the dangerous spot. He knew very well that if the knife had been just one centimeter off, it would have pierced his heart.
He had no idea when Yeh Huang had arrived or when he had made his move. Although he had a bit to drink today, he wasn't so muddled as to lose all his vigilance.
"I really didn't expect that Lao San, who hasn't been in the itinerant world for so many years, still has such badass knife skills!"
