Bab 439: Lin Sanjiu Is This Sort Of Person

Just like the past ten days, the weather in the afternoon was refreshing. The sky above them was an azure blue and the light breeze kept their skin cool.

Lin Sanjiu stood alone on the soil bridge without any expression on her face. She ignored the slight commotion from the people below her as their voices disappeared into the sound of the fleeting breeze blowing past her ears.

"Number 43 didn't even have a chance to finish his last sentence."