Xie Jianyu drew a spell in the air. The ancient writing gave out a bluish hue before it transformed into a translucent snake dragon and chased after the thief.
Soon, a loud cry was heard some distance away. Xie Jianyu calmly walked over and found the boy on the ground. He was desperately pulling at the shining blue rope that stubbornly wrapped itself around his ankles.
"Let me go!" he screamed at Xie Jianyu, who looked down at him with a haughty expression. "Let me go!!!"
"Is there not something that you need to do first?" Xie Jianyu asked.
The boy gritted his teeth. Tears welled in his eyes when he reached for the gold pouch inside his pocket and flung it at Xie Jianyu.
"Take it!"
Xie Jianyu caught the gold pouch lightly.
The boy started to sniffle as he sat cross-legged on the ground. Xie Jianyu had a complicated expression on his face.
Clearly, the boy was a thief. But he was a thief because his poor living circumstances forced him to be one.
