After returning to the hotel, Yan Xiaoxi still chose to postpone the several meetings he had originally needed to hold.
He went to find his master, Fire Cloud Evil God.
Most of the time, Fire Cloud Evil God would not dress like some grandmaster in front of others... He was perhaps a little more down-to-earth.
Like now.
He wore a white undershirt, oversized shorts, and slippers, and was picking at his toes.
Yan Xiaoxi did not feel that his image of Fire Cloud Evil God had collapsed because of this. He had been used to seeing his master like this since childhood.
Fire Cloud Evil God had originally been a farmer, an honest, simple peasant from the mountains. He had not even married yet. Rumor had it that his family had been poor, so he had given his wife to his elder brother... Later, because of certain fortuitous encounters, he had embarked on the path of martial cultivation.
"Xiaoxi? What brings you here?" Fire Cloud Evil God frowned. After setting down the newspaper, he looked at Yan Xiaoxi in confusion. "You look awful. Your Essence, Qi, and Spirit seem severely depleted. What happened?"
He knew he could not hide how poor his complexion was, and he had never intended to conceal it.
Yan Xiaoxi came directly to Fire Cloud Evil God's side and sat down. He said nothing, simply sitting there in silence.
Fire Cloud Evil God's brows furrowed, then relaxed, then furrowed again.
"It feels like it's been a long time since I saw you, Master." Yan Xiaoxi finally spoke.
"Didn't you see me this morning?" Fire Cloud Evil God was even more puzzled. He already knew that this disciple had encountered a problem—and not an ordinary one.
As a master, he naturally understood his disciple's temperament. If Yan