A thin layer of mist lingered in the bathroom. The servant carrying the bucket of clothes had already left, and Chen Yi submerged himself into the steaming hot water.
His pores opened wide, soaking in the warmth of the water's embrace. The tension in Chen Yi's bones instantly eased, a wave of relief rushing over his entire body. He exhaled a breath of white mist that floated far, far away.
"Those Western Jin spies..."
Chen Yi muttered to himself. He had killed those two spies from Western Jin, intending to perform Soul Search on them. However, before he could, the masters gathered at Yuanfeng Building had already begun their assault.
It seemed those spies had long planned their escape route. Amidst the chaos, those two corpses had likely disappeared without a trace.
"Forget it. It's not really my concern anyway."
Chen Yi scooped water with his hand to splash his face.
