Wu Yong slammed on the brakes in time, halting the action he was about to take.
He stared intently at the young man, filled with an indescribable trepidation, unsure of the young man's intentions.
Nevertheless, he dared not defy the young man, resolving to do whatever the young man said.
All he could do at this moment was complain in his heart, wondering how he could have had the misfortune of encountering this master. By all accounts, the master should have disliked a place as murky and fume-filled as the antique market.
In his memory, the master had never once stepped foot here, and yet, the first time he did, such an incident occurred.
Moreover, given that such an incident had occurred, he was the one sent to deal with it.
If he had known earlier that the master was here, he certainly would not have ventured closer upon encountering such an event, instead choosing to stay as far away as possible.
By doing so, he wouldn't have ended up like he was now, trapped in a dilemma.
