Jin Wei swallowed, his thighs trembling uncontrollably. He tried to steady them, but it was no use.
This was fear from the core.
It was like a bloodline suppression, or to put it more simply, like being instinctively afraid of your father's wolf-skin belt.
It was etched into his DNA, a primal fear.
No matter how formidable one might be, even Tyson would have to flee from an adult Siberian tiger.
"Alright," Jin Wei agreed.
Yu Daohen nodded with satisfaction, then lifted the hand that had been on Jin Wei's shoulder and walked out of the private room.
Watching Yu Daohen's retreating back, Zhao Ling couldn't help but sigh, "This person is truly a mystery."
Shi Yuqian looked at Zhao Ling, who was sighing beside her.
This girl always wore an inscrutable expression.
Arriving on the first floor, Yu Daohen lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and slowly exhaled.
From this class reunion, he could tell he was no longer a normal person.
His heart now belonged to this martial world.
Perhaps he was born for this life…
"Waiter, the bill."
A man's voice came from the counter.
Yu Daohen felt the voice was familiar but didn't think much of it, continuing to walk away.
However, after only a few steps, he stopped abruptly, looking back towards the counter, only to find it empty.
That voice!
How could he not recognize it.
It was him, it had to be him!
Yu Daohen rushed to the counter, anxiously looking at the cashier, "Where is the man who just paid?"
The female cashier, seeing Yu Daohen looking as if he had lost five million, stumbled back a few steps, afraid to speak.
Yu Daohen grew anxious, his tone intensifying, "Where is that man!?"
The female cashier stammered, terrified, "C-customer… did you lose something?"
Seeing her fear, Yu Daohen realized he had lost his composure and forced a smile.
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper just now. Don't be scared, I'm not a bad person. I just want to know where that man went?"
The female cashier pointed towards another exit, "He… he just left."
The restaurant had three exits: the main entrance and two side doors.
Without a word, Yu Daohen chased after him.
It was already half-past eleven at night, and there were fewer pedestrians on the street.
Yu Daohen immediately recognized the man in the white t-shirt ahead. He ran over, grabbed the man's hand, and exclaimed excitedly, "You brat, your master has finally found…."
Before he could finish, he saw the man turn around.
When Yu Daohen got a clear look at the man, he was utterly bewildered.
He was certainly dark-skinned, but who the hell was this guy?
Yu Daohen immediately cursed, "What the hell, who the f*ck are you?"
The man looked at Yu Daohen and retorted, "What are you doing? I'm not into guys…"
Before the man could finish, Yu Daohen raised his hand to stop him, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
The man looked at Yu Daohen, who seemed like a pretty boy, and unhappily pulled his hand away, "I'm straight…"
Yu Daohen apologized profusely, "I'm really sorry, I truly mistook you."
The man looked at Yu Daohen, not believing him at all. Even if they were acquaintances, one wouldn't grab someone like that out of the blue.
And two grown men at that.
This pretty boy was clearly smitten with his handsomeness.
My damn charm!
Yu Daohen didn't want to waste another word with this idiot and turned to leave, muttering, "Pah, bad luck."
Hearing this, the man instantly took offense.
What the hell was this?
He was being cursed at for no reason. Did this guy have no idea what he did wrong?
The man stepped forward, ready to argue.
He couldn't stand being cursed at while just walking.
The man walked up and reached out to grab Yu Daohen's shoulder, "Hey, I say…"
Before the man could finish, Yu Daohen turned his head, his eyes chillingly fixed on him, and uttered a single word: "Something?"
The man, seeing Yu Daohen's predatory gaze, swallowed hard and quickly shook his head, "Nothing."
Yu Daohen glanced at the hand on his shoulder, "Oh."
The man immediately reacted, quickly withdrawing his hand from Yu Daohen's shoulder, "Sorry, brother."
Seeing Yu Daohen standing there like a statue, the man turned and left, filled with confusion.
It wasn't his fault, so why apologize?
But this pretty boy gave off a very eerie vibe, like a murderer from a movie.
Yu Daohen's mind was not on the man at all; he turned and looked around.
This feeling was unmistakable. Zhou Fu must be nearby.
The voice was right, and the feeling was right.
He had to be nearby!
Yu Daohen frantically scanned everyone around him, desperately searching for the person he was thinking of.
The passersby looked at him as if he were an idiot.
Yu Daohen paid no attention to their stares. Finally, a distant figure caught his attention.
Yu Daohen strode forward to chase him. The figure didn't look back but ran ahead.
Yu Daohen was confused, quickening his pace.
What did this kid mean? I am Yu Daohen.
I am your master!
The figure seemed to sense Yu Daohen's increased speed and also quickened his pace.
The figure ran towards a less crowded street, with Yu Daohen in pursuit.
People in their line of work liked to run into sparsely populated alleys.
His intuition couldn't be wrong; this person was his disciple, Zhou Fu.
But why wouldn't he want to see him?
Arriving in an empty alley, Yu Daohen looked at the fleeing figure ahead and roared, "Stop!"
The figure didn't stop, but his running pace slowed down.
Seeing the other party react, Yu Daohen, filled with confusion, asked, "Why won't you see me, your master?"
The figure ignored him and continued to run forward.
Seeing this, Yu Daohen formed a hand seal, took a deep breath, intending to use his "Swallowing Flame Technique" to force the guy to stop.
But the air in his mouth remained, unreleased.
Watching the figure run further and further away, Yu Daohen could only stand there and watch.
He knew he couldn't bring himself to harm his beloved disciple.
The figure gradually ran further, eventually disappearing into the alley.
Yu Daohen lowered his hand, exhaled the air from his mouth. He couldn't bear to see the kid get hurt.
Was this figure really him?
If it was him, then why wouldn't he want to see him?
On the other side, the figure, after circling four streets and confirming Yu Daohen was no longer pursuing, finally stopped. He pulled down his hat, revealing his dark face, and sighed.
"The world is truly small. I never expected to meet my former master in a place like this."
"Should I really go and see him?" Zhou Fu pondered.
He was a copy, after all, and naturally had no soul.