The first time Yi Dao met the little one of Han Xiangxun, he scoffed. Where did this clueless kid come from? …
The first time Yi Dao met the little one of Han Xiangxun, he scoffed.
Where did this clueless kid come from?
Not only did the kid not run when he saw the infamous Killerblade, but he even dared to draw his own sword.
Gutsy, Yi Dao thought. But let's see how long those guts last against a few of my swings.
They fought, with blade against blade. The kid was no match for him, but when Yi Dao struck, there was no blood.
The kid stared at him in shock. Yi Dao had used the back of his blade.
He realized then that this laughably clumsy swordplay was familiar.
So Han Xiangxun raised a kid this naive? She was never an easy one herself.
The kid seemed to know all sorts of people. The kid might be more useful alive than dead.
Still, he needed to teach the kid a lesson that Jianghu was a dangerous place.
Yi Dao sheathed his blade.
"Hey, take me to Blissful Retreat."
Just showing the way, there is no need to be so cagey about it.
As soon as he went ahead to scout, the little kid predictably slipped away at the first chance.
Yi Dao always kept his word. If he said he wouldn't kill, then he wouldn't kill.
And yet, the kid still didn't trust him. Did he really think Yi Dao would go looking for trouble with Han Xiangxun, that troublesome woman?
But honestly, a kid who's barely out of childhood, even with some wits, was no match for a seasoned old hand like Yi Dao.
In the thick fog, Yi Dao called out half-heartedly, then swaggered after the panicked, fleeing figure ahead.
Seriously, as if anyone could escape the Killerblade unless he let them!
He couldn't help but grin smugly.
Run, kid, run! The faster you go, the more you're giving your Aunt Han away!