Bo’e could not fathom anyone being this patient or this ridiculous. The entire battle had been a whirlwind of chaos, the kind of high-stakes conflict that would push anyone to act. Yet, the thief had held back, silent and unseen, until the very end. And when he finally appeared, it was not to join the fight but to steal something!0

A thief more patient than the deadliest of assassins… His entire purpose was theft, and for the right prize, he could wait until the end of time. The outcome of the battle? The victor or the loser? He could not care less.0

Originally, Ye Wuzong’s target had been Xia Longyuan. The quip about stealing his underwear had been a joke to obscure his true goal—the Heavenly Tome. But now, Bo’e had presented himself as a target, and the satisfaction of stealing from the second-ranked on the Ranking of Heaven was just as sweet. The Axe of Tngri was no less valuable than the Heavenly Tome, and stealing it even came with the added dignity of thwarting the barbarians. In the eyes of the jianghu, it was a righteous act.0

If Bo’e had not shown up, Ye Wuzong would surely have gone after Xia Longyuan. So what had Bo’e accomplished by intervening? Had he just substituted himself as the target?0

The humiliation made Bo’e’s rage boil over. It was a thousand times worse than a regular theft. He was so...0