"You have a dark cloud over your brow. A great calamity is imminent."
"Get lost. If you don't know how to talk, keep your mouth shut."
Lu PingAn merely smiled at the old charlatan Qian ZhuJin's words and did not take them seriously.
As far as he was concerned, if you could really glimpse fate, would you have ended up like this?
He had just climbed aboard, his pants still wet, reeking of seawater all over, with the little girl in tow—enough to make even passersby dislike him.
". Here, go wash up in my room. You'll probably be fine, but the little girl might not be."
Lao Qian, who took the keycard, froze again. After a long while, he said:
"You've changed quite a bit."
The mutter carried another meaning beneath the words.
One's own room was one's fortress. Letting someone unfamiliar come and go freely? Wasn't he worried about poisoning, traps, or something similar?
If she had been the real Su Xi, then no matter how much she trusted someone, she would not have allowed them into her room alone. It had nothing to do with how close they were. It was simply habitual vigilance born of her special profession.
"Heh, I'm in my growth phase, after all." At that moment, "Su Xi" wore a smile she should not have had.
Lu PingAn did not really care. He had figured it out long ago: wear a disguise if he could, but if it truly leaked, then even if his identity as Lu PingAn was exposed, so what?
This was only cultivation, not intelligence work involving important secrets. Even if the worst happened and he was completely exposed, it would not concern his life or death...
". Big Cat misled me and made it sound like my life was