The youth was simply clad in a dark grey hoodie with a hood attached, and the drawstrings for adjusting the hood dangled in front of the pattern on his sweatshirt.
The person who had just seemed so fragile now had sharp eyes, his fingertips tensed, his aura surged in an instant, and he stared intently at the man who was slowly ambling around from a side path.
The man was tall and slender, wearing a light grey mask that revealed only a pair of smiling eyes. He was also carrying a plastic bag, and a mole was dotted near the corner of his eye, making him appear extremely gentle.
"Don't be so tense,"
he said, still smiling, noticing that Xie Ci had already pulled out his signature weapon, a metal folding fan called Broken Wind, from his sweatshirt pocket.
Instead, he took an extra friendly step back, accompanied by the rustle of the plastic bag, and gestured with both hands.
"I just came to discuss some things with you."
"You're with that man."
