Zhao Ya carried a large bundle and walked out of the clothing shop.

Outside, a fine drizzle had begun at some point, with pedestrians hustling back and forth on the street, and the vendors busy packing up their stalls, painting a chaotic scene.

Zhao Ya walked slowly along the street, not in a hurry, but rather savoring the feeling of rain droplets hitting his face.

The number of pedestrians on the street gradually thinned out, and suddenly, Zhao Ya stopped, as if sensing something, and looked ahead.

There, standing coquettishly on a small bridge not far ahead, was a young girl.

The girl was captivating and looked at Zhao Ya with a smile.

Their gazes met, and then the girl lifted her hand, beckoning lightly to Zhao Ya, her lips slightly parting.

Even though there was a distance between them, Zhao Ya still managed to read the words from her lips.

Come with me.

Then the girl turned and left, disappearing into the layers of rain in the blink of an eye.

A flicker of surprise flashed in Zhao Ya’s eyes.

This girl possesses a remarkable body technique.

But Zhao Ya then made an unexpected move.

He didn’t chase after her; instead, he turned directly into another street.

The girl, who was waiting ahead for Zhao Ya to follow, was taken aback when she turned to see this.

This guy... doesn’t follow the usual script?

Ordinarily, when a normal man receives an invitation from a beauty, he should either eagerly or curiously follow, right?

But not Zhao Ya; he left without hesitation.

The girl was quite annoyed by this, and also felt that this task wasn’t going to be simple.

She gritted her teeth, then turned and gave chase.

Zhao Ya didn’t leave the city; instead, he started weaving through the streets and alleys of Qujiang City.

The girl pursued closely and finally caught up with Zhao Ya in a small alley.

"Wait a moment," the girl called out.

Zhao Ya stopped, turned to look at the girl, and calmly asked, "What do you want?"

The girl exhaled softly, then smiled and said, "So you can speak after all."

"Why wouldn’t I be able to speak?" Zhao Ya retorted.

"Then why didn’t you come over when I called you on the bridge?" the girl asked with a smile.

"Why should I go over? Are we well-acquainted? Just because you call, I should go?" Zhao Ya replied nonchalantly.

The girl was rendered speechless and even more irritated.

This guy, why is he so confrontational? Doesn’t he have the slightest compassion for beauty?

"You’re called Zhao Ya, right?"

"You know me?" Zhao Ya said.

"I guess I do; after all, the affair with the Azure Dragon Temple was big news, so I’ve heard of you. Nice to meet you, I’m Wu Bao’Er." The girl introduced herself gracefully.

But Zhao Ya was unmoved, merely staring at her coldly.

After a moment, Wu Bao’Er reluctantly withdrew her hand and sighed, "Are you always this vigilant?"

Zhao Ya set the bundle down casually, calmly saying, "You don’t need to feign too much, because the moment I saw you, I caught the scent on you, so... you’re an assassin, aren’t you?"

Wu Bao’Er’s expression changed, but before she could speak, Zhao Ya continued.

"Don’t rush to deny it; let me guess, Xia Jiye hired you?"

Wu Bao’Er finally realized the difficulty of this mission.

No wonder the boss specifically reminded her not to be careless when departing.

Setting aside his martial prowess, this sharp perception is not something an ordinary martial artist possesses.

Wu Bao’Er sighed, "I must admit, I underestimated you."

"Since you’ve seen through it, I’ll be honest. Yes, I’m here to kill you, but who instructed it, that I truly don’t know."

As she spoke, Wu Bao’Er sighed again, "I thought since you’re good-looking, I’d let you die comfortably, but who would’ve thought..."

Before she could finish, Zhao Ya had already drawn his sword and charged.

In the air, the blade arrived first.

Wu Bao’Er, slightly startled, couldn’t help but praise.

"What a swift blade."

Subsequently, Wu Bao’Er’s figure floated backward like a leaf in a storm, light as if weightless.

But as fast as she was, Zhao Ya was faster.

He barely touched the air with the tip of his foot as if an invisible lotus was beneath him, then surged forward at even greater speed.

The blade glinted, relentless as a clingy specter at Wu Bao’Er’s neck, threatening to slice instantly.

But just then, Wu Bao’Er’s figure twisted eerily, narrowly avoiding Zhao Ya’s blade.

Instantly, Wu Bao’Er moved like a boneless beauty snake, coiling upward at incredible speed.

In that moment, Zhao Ya felt an overwhelming sense of danger enveloping him.

It was as though he was trapped in a dark, sunless tropical jungle, wrapped by a gigantic constrictor.

The slick, cold True Power enveloped Zhao Ya completely.

Even breathing became impossible.

The once pure and lovely Wu Bao’Er became unbearably seductive.

Seductive to the point of eeriness.

She silently appeared behind Zhao Ya, lightly flicking her tongue, emitting a snake-like hiss.

At the same time, her eyes turned into the vertical slits unique to reptiles, and beneath her fair skin emerged the traces of capillaries, resembling snake scales.

"Be good, close your eyes, it’ll be quick and painless, even pleasant," Wu Bao’Er whispered softly in Zhao Ya’s ear.