Nie Yurong said coldly, "The magic I cultivate ensures my invisibility in daylight, can you do that?"
The young man named Sikong drooped his eyes and complained, "I know, I know, that monk from the Divine Dragon Temple was right. Why didn't I notice before how nagging you are? What happened to the female assassin skilled in assassination? You're like an old mother. If you're like this, the sister you're looking for must be even more nagging. If we find her, won't it be like having two old mothers around, driving me crazy?"
Nie Yurong kept a straight face, suddenly flicked her right hand, and a blue paper crane shot out like a dart, hitting the young man's forehead. He yelped and rolled off the rooftop like a ball. In a critical moment, Sikong grabbed the eaves with one hand and climbed back up, "I never said that, never said!"
