"When I was in Beiping, I also met a person, an old man, but he wasn't at the overpass, rather on Erwanzi Street, and those from the streets called him Thief Saint."
As the words 'Thief Saint' spilled out, Ye Tian saw his eyes light up momentarily, validating that he got at least some things right about what's in his heart.
"He had a junior, named Duan Liu."
The cap's eyes twinkled again.
"Duan Liu had an apprentice named Chuanzi. But I guess you wouldn't know him; he's junior, and you don't share the same mentor, it's natural not to recognize him."
The cap asked, "How do you know about Thief Saint, old man?"
Just as expected.
"I already said we're friends, you still didn't believe me. Believe me now?" Ye Tian passed over a glass of water, "We have no grudges against you, no need to hurt you. I just wanted to ask, we're so distant, why would you care about us two?"
