Chapter 962: The Origin of the Sword Killing Technique
Sikong Jing was stunned by the words, and then the courtyard was filled with the cheerful sounds of children: "Brother Yang Yi, you’re here."
Laughter and joy quickly spread throughout the entire courtyard...
Sikong Jing, alone and curious, walked towards the courtyard gate, pausing in front of the carriage and secretly thought to himself: "This must be a noblewoman’s carriage. The bloodlines of these two horses are exceedingly pure, and they are even at the Spirit Martial Stage, a terrifying presence."
In the Chaotic Eighth District, there shouldn’t be such a carriage. It’s known that Spirit Martial Stage horses are equivalent to two bodyguards.
Who exactly is this Aunt Jiang that makes Yang Yi so emotional?
With a heart full of curiosity, Sikong Jing entered the small courtyard and saw more than twenty children of various ages, with Yang Yi and a tall woman with a fragrant scent standing in their midst.
The woman wore a delicate bamboo hat, and beneath it, a thick white silk cloth hung down, completely obscuring her face.
At this moment, Yang Yi was standing in front of the woman in the bamboo hat, speaking like a child.
"Ah Yi, how did you get hurt?" At this moment, the woman seemed unaware of Sikong Jing’s presence as she asked.
Her tone carried a hint of concern, while Yang Yi nonchalantly said, "Aunt Jiang, don’t worry, I’m fine. Just had a little trouble last night, but I’ve already won."
The woman smiled and nodded, then said, "I have to go to the next place now. I wish you and the children happiness."
As she spoke, the woman in the bamboo hat turned and walked towards the door.