Chapter 593: PAID

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The Crimson Feather.

A figure who had become quite famous in the Northern Sea, particularly within the Ice Palace.

“There isn’t a soul in Zhongyuan who doesn’t know that guy.”

With a relaxed demeanor, Yuri’s “companion” had spoken with evident amusement while explaining this person.

It had been years since they’d last met, but he remained as bright and clear-headed as ever.

“Anyway, he’s an extraordinary guy, you know?”

Perhaps time had mellowed him.

The once self-absorbed man now seemed preoccupied with boasting about a new friend he’d made.

“That guy will definitely make it big. That’s why there isn’t anyone in Zhongyuan who doesn’t know him.”

“The Crimson Feather?”

“Yeah. The Crimson—”

His words were interrupted by an odd breath, but Yuri chose not to pay it any mind.

This man had always been a bit eccentric, after all.

Still, if such an oddball could go on praising someone so highly, Yuri couldn’t help but grow curious herself.

And so she asked.

“White Fox.”

At her call, her “escort” turned her head.

A tall, slender figure with strikingly curvaceous lines.

This person, commonly known as the White Fox, always wore a white fox mask, concealing their face from view.

Her companion had once mentioned that the White Fox had suffered severe burns as a child, leaving scars so disfiguring that she chose to hide them.

Having heard that, Yuri had never thought to ask her to remove the mask.

“Do you know about the Crimson Feather as well?”

[…]

The White Fox nodded silently.

She was a person of few words.

Yuri herself didn’t speak much, but even she was outdone by the White Fox’s taciturn nature.

Oddly enough, Yuri found that comforting.

The White Fox didn’t engage in unnecessary chatter, nor did she betray any signs of strain or discomfort.

And on top of that, she was an immensely powerful martial artist from Zhongyuan.

Yuri liked the White Fox.

She liked her enough that the thought of her eventually returning to her homeland annoyed her.

“…If even you know him, he must truly be a famous figure.”

“Even if the Crimson Feather wasn’t well-known, she’d know him well.”

“Hmm?”

Yuri tilted her head at her companion’s cryptic remark.

“What do you mean by that?”

“That’s because the two of them are—”