His impression of Gongsun Jing remained fixed from a year ago—hard-handed, cold-fighting Fish Intestine Sword Master, an assassin, a killer. The reason he hadn't left immediately was out of concern that she might harm the villagers to cover her traces.
But everything he saw was quite unexpected.
Could she have really changed her nature? Or was it really something she had no choice but to do?
Just at this moment, Wang Anfeng slightly turned his face and saw a boy at the end of the path swinging a willow branch as he walked past. He smiled slightly, adjusted his hat to cover his face, brushed past the little boy, and turned to leave.
As he walked, he deliberately tucked his hands into his wide sleeves to hide the faint flames on the back of his hands. Even so, the air around his fists was already distorted by the heat, and without this concealment, it would have been easily noticeable to anyone.
