Although they had failed to bundle up both Huo Yuhao and Dai Yunze and take them away, they had at least managed to bring Dai Yunze over. Even though Dai Yunze had not chosen to immediately return with them, Du Busi did not make any further demands. He simply took his people and left the way they had come, unexpectedly easygoing about it.
Dai Yunze caught a whiff of something unusual in this, and anything unusual now immediately made him think of one person—Tang Liu.
Could this be related to him again?
He had said there were things he had to accomplish in this era. What could they be? It felt as though every famous force on Douluo Continent had some connection to him.
Dai Yunze grew even more curious, but he was too embarrassed to ask. For most people, meeting a fellow countryman meant tears welling in their eyes. Between him and Tang Liu, though, there was only social death—and not a matter of who had died more socially, but who had died the most. It was like when you were alone in your room indulging in a bout of teenage cringe, shrieking and leaping about, only to turn around and find your mother, father, great-aunt, and great-uncle all standing at the door watching you. Then some relative's child innocently asked their mother whether you were an idiot.
Suffocating! His toes curled!
Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it already! Don't keep thinking!
Dai Yunze relied on his formidable willpower to stop his toes from curling, thus sparing his shoes from destruction.
After the Noumenon Sect members withdrew, the four of them entered Sea God's Pavilion with a somewhat sullen Xuan Zi. Mu En had remained reclining in his chair from beginning to end, yet even in that