C166 Concealment

Ye Cheng vaulted gracefully into the room. The village chief, broom in hand, was startled by Ye Cheng's sudden appearance. The object in the chief's grasp clattered to the floor as he tumbled down in an awkward heap.

"What's the matter, village chief?" Ye Cheng inquired, concern lacing his voice. Recognizing the familiar voice, the village chief looked up, saw Ye Cheng