When Xi Jiu came back, the pile of wood he had left behind was already neatly chopped.
"Thin and long, chopped even better than I could do it, not bad, brother!"
He patted Yuxing on the shoulder.
Yuxing instinctively tried to dodge.
But Xi Jiu suddenly squinted his eyes, staring at the upper half of her face that was exposed outside her mask: "Brother... why do you look so familiar? Are you... one of the Four Killers serving by the Prince's side, Yuxing?"
Yuxing didn't say a word, handed the broadsword back to a guard beside her, and then asked Xi Jiu: "May I ask if my Prince has come over?"
"No," Xi Jiu shook his head, then seemed to remember something, and added: "Really, he hasn't."
People from the Prince Residence are particularly suspicious by nature, so a clarification was necessary.
However, Yuxing sensed his distancing and quickly said: "Since he has not, then I will return first..."
Suddenly, a rumbling sound.
Immediately, there was a bit of awkwardness.
