"Young Master Shen, are you sure that vile thief is outside the city?"
Even with Zhai Le's blood boiling, he realized something was off—the thief could run far too well, couldn't he???
He and Young Master Shen had chased for so long without seeing a single suspicious figure, yet Young Master Shen showed no intention of stopping.
If they kept running in this direction...
They were going to run into the Deep Mountain Forest _(:з)∠)_
Shen Tang said calmly, "Yes, I'm very sure."
Zhai Le was utterly baffled, but he had more or less begun to suspect Shen Tang too. What if this Young Master Shen had tricked him out here with ill intentions? Not to blow his own horn, but this face of his could make young ladies and wives pelt him with fruit until their carriages overflowed!
But—
Young Master Shen was a man of iron bones and unyielding spirit, a proper fellow, a man!
And he was handsome too. Was there any need for him to covet Zhai Le's face?
Besides, he was a Martial Gall Warrior. In a normal one-on-one situation, what could a scholar use to hold back a warrior?
At that thought, Zhai Le silently dismissed the unreliable guess that "Young Master Shen covets my beauty," but another thought popped up like a whack-a-mole—could he be luring Zhai Le into the wilderness to kill him?
Or rather, did he have accomplices waiting in the wild, ready to join hands and take him down?
This thought swiftly gained the upper hand.
It was not an impossible guess. After all, Brother Enpixiren, their guide, was still following behind them. Thus, Zhai Le's gaze towards Shen Tang grew darker, and he secretly remained on guard against Shen Tang suddenly attacking him. He did not even discover when