Night fell, and the stars adorned the sky.
A patch of dark cloud drifted over, just in time to cover the moon, as if it didn't want it to witness the impending bloodthirsty event below.
Outside the Feather Clan's gate, there was a table with four chairs.
Qin Yi glanced at the table, where there was wine and dishes, accompanied by a beautiful woman, and happily took a sip of wine.
"I say, Little Wolf, why are you such an idiot? So much food here, and you just have to eat dried fish."
Qin Yi looked at Lang Ya opposite him and habitually teased him.
This fool, facing a table full of dishes, was silently eating the dried fish he just packed back today. It's like having a bevy of charming women, yet this guy only had eyes for an old lady.
Lang Ya chewed a few times, swallowed the dried fish he had just eaten, and said coolly, "All things are low-grade, only dried fish smells fragrant."
Oh, great. This act, quoting classics while eating dried fish.
