When Li Liao heard this voice, his heart skipped a beat.
A sense of foreboding crept over him.
'Don't tell me... speak of the devil.'
Li Liao followed the voice and saw a tall man standing beside him.
The man was dressed in the coarse hemp clothes of a commoner. His skin was paler than usual, and his features were unremarkable, save for a pair of exceptionally dark, deep eyes.
He had a straw rack slung over his shoulder, stuck with several bright red candied hawthorns.
Although the man's appearance had changed, Li Liao recognized him at a glance.
—It was Li Ji!
Li Ji deliberately roughened his voice, making it sound exceptionally raspy.
"I made these candied hawthorns myself. They're delicious. How about buying a stick to try? If you don't like it, you don't have to pay."
As he spoke, he plucked a stick of candied hawthorn from the rack and offered it to Li Liao.
Li Liao's scalp tingled with dread.
'He never thought Li Ji would follow them into Lingxi City.'
