Chapter 120: Catching Hand

Chen Feng glanced at Long Xiaojiu and noticed her hands were as soft and white as if soaked in milk. When she moved, her fingers were as delicate as silkworm threads—only members of the Stealth Sect would have such a feature.

"You... who are you?" Long Xiaojiu, having her identity revealed by Chen Feng in one guess, became somewhat flustered.

"Heh, you stole the pendant I gave my wife, and yet you ask who I am?"

Chen Feng said with a half-smile, his eyes rolling around, evidently scheming something.

"What? This pendant is yours?" Long Xiaojiu blurted out, not knowing why she felt surprised.

"Of course it's mine, could it be yours perhaps? Look here, both of you, I'm the rightful owner and I'm here. Shouldn't you return the pendant now? You've had it long enough, and my wife is waiting to use it for bearing our future generations," Chen Feng said, as if a dog could not spit out ivory.