She was taller than him, and more stubborn than him.
The two golden "镇" characters hovered horizontally in midair. Chen Yi, calculating against the unsuspecting Zhou Yitang, struck first while she was momentarily softened by a trace of warmth, pinning this sword-armored renowned figure on a mere square inch, rendering her immobile.
Looking down at her from above like this—this was the second time. The first time was in their past life. He had also succeeded in ambushing her back then, forcing her to kneel on the ground. But this time, even though Zhou Yitang was pressed into a deep pit, she still stood tall.
"Don't you want to know how I discovered it?"
Chen Yi asked.
Zhou Yitang said nothing nor looked at him, her eyes lowered indifferently.
It seemed as though she was the one overlooking him.
"At first, I couldn't figure it out. Even though my instincts told me something was off the first time I encountered you, I dismissed it.
