That guy really did conduct a thorough search, but there was no way he could have imagined that I had a Mustard Seed Space on me.
When he found nothing, he let us in.
But his eyes never left us.
I stopped looking at him and surveyed the room instead.
This was probably a classroom for young children. There was not much to learn in kindergarten, really—mostly just early education and enlightenment.
There were no children or teachers in the small classroom. They probably were not being held in this room.
There was only that man in the room, the man who had been peeking at me from the window earlier.
He was still standing by the window, a cigar between his fingers. He certainly knew how to enjoy himself.
He looked at me, then pointed at a small chair nearby. "Sit."
I did not sit. It was a chair for kindergarten children. It would have felt strange for someone my size to sit on it, and I was worried it would fall apart the moment I did.
I was not very tall, but I was not light either.
So I remained standing in front of him.
If I sat on that little chair, I would have to look up at him. I did not want that.
"You're Jiang Xiaobai?" he asked.
I froze for a moment. Since when had I become so famous that he even knew my name?
"Don't be too surprised. Not only do I know you're Jiang Xiaobai, I also know those people are looking for you. And they want to capture you."
"You're their leader, aren't you?"
He bared his teeth as though smiling, but the expression looked utterly bizarre on him.
"Are you finding it difficult to get used to how we look?" He