Sensing the advance party of the Academy leaving Ping An Town, Di Tou's expression couldn't help but relax slightly before his emotions became turbulent again, and he sat down at the kitchen table in a poor mood.
Recalling Fu Hao Xin's odd presence, Di Tou wanted to slap himself in the back of the head. How could he have just written those off as ordinary injuries or normal sequela? The way his Qi was moving around his body was clearly out of the ordinary and wasn't the result of a typical fight. Even if he had been drained, it would simply feel weak and dispirited, and it wouldn't move around so strangely.
