The Hunter stopped beside the slanted lamppost, glanced at the sky behind Su Changxing, and said:
"Hmm, it's over there, but we'll just head south from the front."
Su Changxing slightly lowered his head to prevent the other from directly seeing his face and growing suspicious, slowed his pace, and then asked:
"So, our people have already gathered around?"
The night wind wasn't strong, causing Su Changxing's coat to float sideways with a chill, like a spike gently sliding over the skin.
"Yes, indeed."
The Hunter furrowed his brows, sensing how oblivious the other seemed. His eyes carried a hint of contemplation, gauging that Su Changxing was probably someone who had been around here before.
Su Changxing's expression remained unchanged, his muscles suddenly tensed, the blade slightly lifted, as a gleam of cold light slashed through the night wind.
"Which one are you..."
