Translator: Pika

  Wei Dan flew into a rage. His voice rose an octave. “Little Ying, are you testing my patience? Are you courting death?”


  “Courting death?” Old Mi smiled mournfully. “Who would choose to die if they could live?”


  Zu An grew sad. Even though he was always worried that Old Mi might have some ulterior objective for helping him, they had known each other for so long. It was difficult to see him like this.

  A sudden noise came from a distance away. The..