"Zi Xia, look, isn't that Zhao Yin?" Xuexue reached out and pointed into the distance at a small, skinny, sneaky-looking figure.
But that figure moved very fast; with a flash of his body, he slipped into a tea house next door.
When Zi Xia looked up, his figure was already gone. "Young Miss, where is he? This maid didn't see anything."
"Wait here for me, I'll go take a look." Once Xuexue finished speaking, she quickened her pace and walked ahead.
"Young Miss, Young Miss, wait for this maid, this maid wants to go too."
By the time Zi Xia came back to her senses and looked up, the Young Miss had already gone far ahead. Even if she wanted to chase, she probably couldn't catch up.
These past days, the Young Miss's martial arts had improved extremely fast. Let alone martial arts—just walking, Zi Xia couldn't even match one-tenth of the Young Miss's speed.
