The words were incredibly arrogant and rude, yet Chen Yan didn't become angry. He clasped his hands, smiled, even with a few traces of helplessness and annoyance in his smile, he said with a bitter smile, "Pardon me, farewell."
After speaking, he turned and left.
The burly man behind, however, snorted coldly with his nose.
Chen Yan merely smiled, there was nothing to be angry about.
— Why bother with someone who's going to die?
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Sure enough, after Chen Yan left, he deliberately went to the edge of the market to the entrance of a shop.
This shop sold spices made from various spiritual herbs, and he pretended to stand there to rest his feet.
The shop also offered cheap beverages, tea made with spices to refresh the mind. Chen Yan bought a bowl and stood there sipping slowly.
His eyes scanned the market.
Sure enough, after a while, Chen Yan saw that the burly man who bought the dagger was swaggering towards the market entrance with a proud stride.
