Zhao Ya has left.
In the darkness of the night, his body technique was as fast as an extremely light swallow, swift and silent.
After he left, three figures appeared on the roof of a two-story building in the distance.
"I must say, this guy's lightweight skill is really impressive, isn't it, Junior Sister Gu?" A young scholar shook his folding fan and laughed softly.
The woman didn't respond.
She was from the Mirror Moon Sect, one of the three major sects of the Capital City, and was most adept at lightweight body technique.
But even she had to admit, Zhao Ya's lightweight skill was truly remarkable.
"Have we been staying in this remote place for so many days just to observe this guy all day?" The woman looked at the honest-looking man and said.
The honest man didn't even raise his eyelids, continuously staring at the big tree in the distance, and said lightly.
