"Please do!" Lucian Drake waved his hand casually, his tone both teasing and commanding.
At his signal, the young girl beside him—Yana—moved like lightning. Her delicate foot brushed the ground, and in the blink of an eye, her slender body soared over the city wall, disappearing into the night sky like a dark petal carried by the wind.
The world outside was silent for a breath, then two, then ten.
Before the incense stick could even burn halfway, a blur streaked across the horizon. Yana landed lightly in front of Lucian, her long black hair trailing behind her, eyes bright with pride. In her hand dangled an unconscious middle-aged man, his clothes torn, his aura faint.
"Turns out he was an Origin Tier expert—extremely vigilant too," Yana said, puffing up her chest a little. "He attacked the moment he saw me! But…" she smirked, brushing an invisible speck of dust from her sleeve, "…he was no match for me. Knocked him out in just a few moves, haha!"
