Eldest Young Master

Just as the Blue-haired Man maintained his casual yet swift pace and reached the foot of the mountain, his steps abruptly halted. The dust stirred around him slowly settled to the ground in an instant, and the world became exceptionally quiet again. Only the faint sound of snoring drifted from somewhere ahead.

Ten meters away, a young man lay carelessly atop a large boulder. His yellowish-brown hair was a tangled mess like a bird's nest, and his exquisite, expensive clothes were covered in withered yellow grass. If not for his striking appearance and the pair of black leather boots on his feet bearing the character "Gao," an absolute symbol of status, no one would have guessed that this young man sleeping out in the open was Gao Shaohui, the young master of the Gao Family who had destroyed a building in Shangjing with a wave of his hand not long ago.

The Blue-haired Man stood quietly ten meters away, silently watching Gao Shaohui sleep like the dead before him.

Gao Shaohui, who was sleeping so soundly he nearly drooled, finally sniffed after being watched by the Blue-haired Man for a long while. Then his bright yellowish-brown eyes slowly opened, still heavy with sleep.

The moment he opened his eyes, Gao Shaohui froze. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, then got to his feet and took two steps toward the Blue-haired Man. After looking him up and down, he sniffed again and abruptly spoke without the slightest courtesy.

"Say, you didn't kill someone, did you?" Gao Shaohui asked in a teasing tone brimming with malice.

"If I had killed someone, would I still be standing here perfectly fine in front of you?" The Blue-haired Man seemed accustomed to Gao Shaohui's peculiar way of conversing and answered casually, though wariness flashed through his