Ling Yan quickly followed him. The person was nimble-footed, turning east and west, and quickly left the bustling crowd, arriving at a relatively secluded alley.
Ling Yan climbed onto the nearby low house in a few movements. He could tell that this person was a repeat offender; he looked back every three steps, being very cautious.
However, just as he took three steps and looked back, a drunk man staggered and bumped into him. The thief stumbled and almost fell, while the drunk man fell flat on his face, and the large-bellied wine pot in his hand rolled to the side.
The small thief pursed his thin lips and said nothing, quickly walking deeper into the alley.
Ling Yan nimbly jumped off the low house and snorted at the "drunk man" lying on the ground. "Aren't you going to get up?"
Mu Yuan jumped up from the ground with a smirk, taking off the long robe he had just casually picked up and soaked in wine.
