Dugu Bo III

Ye Wen dipped slightly in thanks, then turned to take his leave.

Only then did Dugu Bo fully believe that Ye Wen had no intention of plotting against him in secret.

Yet just as he was about to reach the door, Ye Wen stopped.

Dugu Bo asked curiously, "Little fellow, is there something else?"

Naturally, Ye Wen could not leave so readily. After plotting for so long and even gambling with his life, he had not done it for some empty verbal promise. What he wanted was Tang San's great opportunity—the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

But Ye Wen also understood that too much was as bad as too little. If he made his intentions too obvious, he would only arouse Dugu Bo's suspicions.

Ye Wen put on a hesitant expression, seeming as though he wanted to say something several times, only to swallow his words in the end. Finally, he cupped his hands apologetically and prepared to leave.

Dugu Bo, shrewd with age, had begun to grow suspicious again. Seeing that Ye Wen was clearly hiding something—something related to himself—his curiosity was instantly piqued.

An ordinary Titled Douluo would surely care about his dignity and not make things difficult for a junior, but Dugu Bo was clearly not one of them. With a raised hand, a powerful suction force instantly enveloped Ye Wen, dragging him back from the entrance of the hall to stand before Dugu Bo once more.

"Hey, hey, hey! Senior Dugu, what are you doing?" Ye Wen cried in panic.

Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes dangerously and said in an unfriendly tone, "Boy, don't play dumb and brush me off. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. What exactly are you hiding from me? Speak, or I won't mind letting you have a taste