Jiang Cheng immediately turned around and assumed a defensive stance, but the people who appeared before him left him stunned. The Fatty, No. 2, No. 13, and Old Master Luo, whom he had met the previous night—they were all there.
"You..."
Before Jiang Cheng could react, he realized that something was off about the way everyone was looking at him. The Fatty seemed fine, but the others were eyeing him with suspicion. After a few seconds, Old Master Luo, who was at the head of the group, finally let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. It looks like last night's events had nothing to do with you. You should be all right."
At that, the Fatty hurried over and looked Jiang Cheng up and down, making him even more confused. How had everyone started acting this way toward him in the span of a single night?
"Something happened last night, so we had no choice but to test you this way. After all, we couldn't be sure what you'd become when you woke up."
Mount Luoyun lowered his voice. Even the dignified old man now wore a look of fear. He tried hard to suppress it, but genuine terror couldn't be concealed.
Jiang Cheng didn't believe him and turned to the Fatty instead. "What exactly happened?"
"Do you really not remember anything?" The Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng with concern, his eyes full of conflict and a strange feeling Jiang Cheng couldn't quite describe. "Can you still sense Wu?"
At the mention of Wu, Jiang Cheng furrowed his brow. The Fatty was right. After he woke up, Wu's presence had vanished. No matter how he called out to him, Wu didn't respond, as if he'd left.
Jiang Cheng also noticed the way the Fatty had put it. He'd said