Pei Ye's face was as cold as the snowstorm enveloping him, but Yong Ji would surely recognize him, just as he recognized Yong Ji.
"A rat digging holes, truly a natural talent," Pei Ye muttered, looking down, "Why is it that no matter where I go, I always run into you?"
Yong Ji sneered coldly, "Isn't that interesting, the places rats like to go, Mr. Pei also seems to enjoy."
"Lingering like a ghost."
"Right back at you."
Pei Ye looked down at him, "The son of Yongbei, no doubt, just as sinister and loathsome. These days in the Imperial Palace, if you even once drew your sword against me, I would have held you in higher regard, but all you do is skulk around."
Yong Ji's expression slowly hardened. When he put on a cold face, it was actually more intimidating than Pei Ye's. With no expression, he said, "Your worthless life, how much is it really worth?"
Pei Ye squinted, staring him down.
