At a glance at that skinny little figure, plus the occupation, and that hint just now, Wen Yan immediately knew who it was.
His face darkened—this little thief clearly still doesn't have enough homework to do. He'd just cleaned him up a while ago and sent him home to study properly, and yet here he is again.
Look at that tight Nightwalker Clothes—still just as unprofessional. Didn't he tell him to wear pure black? In the deep night, even with a sliver of moonlight, it actually stands out quite a bit, you know?
But anyway, seeing a living person, and a familiar one at that, Wen Yan could clearly feel the Yang Energy inside this kid—so it looked like he wasn't dead. Wen Yan relaxed a little. Since someone else could make it in here, he could definitely get out.
So he just sat there waiting, curious what this little rascal was up to.
...
The young thief used the stealth moves he'd learned online, keeping his body low as he moved through the wasteland.
