"Uncle, wait for me!"
Bailuo caught up with his uncle, only to find the old man quite casual, as if he had anticipated everything, "You really live up to your name, I feel much better now."
The uncle was a master of psychology, and with just a casual remark, he could be immensely helpful to Bailuo.
"Hmm?"
The uncle was taken aback, "What did I do?"
"Wasn't it you who told me to follow my heart?"
"Did I?"
The uncle's ability to play dumb was as formidable as ever, "I just said something off the cuff."
Nobody believes that, you crafty old man.
"Who are we going to meet first?"
Bailuo didn't dwell on the question, eager to know where his uncle was taking him.
"There's a gathering in the Holy City tonight, most of the Masters of Miracles will be there, except for the Empress of the East and others," the uncle said, "It's a good opportunity, I have a few old friends I'd like to introduce you to."
"A gathering?"
