It was already midnight, and the evening breeze brought with it a refreshing coolness.
In Linjiang City, that's how it was—the temperature difference between day and night was quite significant, and coupled with Wu Gang's dispersal of True Qi, Yang Xing felt even cooler.
"Wu Gang."
At that moment, Yang Xing stopped walking and called out.
Wu Gang halted in his tracks, ready to listen to what Yang Xing was going to say next, but Yang Xing didn't continue.
Wu Gang wasn't sure what was going on in Yang Xing's mind and looked at her with resignation before asking, "What's up? Didn't you eat?"
"Wu Gang, we don't necessarily have to go back."
Yang Xing seemed to muster a lot of courage to say this, and after she finished, her face turned as red as an apple. She hung her head low, not daring to look directly at Wu Gang.
"Don't... don't go back?"
Wu Gang was a bit stunned. Could it be that he was about to be led around by a woman?
Man, I can't let that happen.
