Zhang Yuanqing and Little Round immediately fell silent. Little Round sat back in her high-backed chair, pressing her long legs together and turning her face sideways toward him. Zhang Yuanqing also turned his face sideways toward her.
Like a married couple sulking after an argument.
Between "companions" and "justice," neither had managed to understand the other.
Kou Beiyue understood very well. He knew how Little Round felt about her companions. She was Master Wuhen's most capable assistant, responsible for recruitment, vetting, record-keeping, and more.
Other than a small number of veterans, most of the team had been brought in by Little Round. She assessed them, approached them, and ultimately recommended them to Master Wuhen.
She was the receptionist of Wuhen Hotel—and the receptionist of the entire team.
Over the past few years, Little Round had watched companion after companion leave. She never said anything, merely looked on coldly. But whenever someone left, Kou Beiyue would see her sitting alone on the hotel rooftop for an entire night.
People like them were too lonely. They needed like-minded companions to support each other as they kept moving forward.
Kou Beiyue could understand Yuanshi Tianzun too. He would never forget the night they left the security captain's home, when Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly said he wanted a cigarette—only to start coughing violently after a single puff.
So he didn't know how to smoke.
After finishing that cigarette, he went after Bronze Sparrow House, even though it was a dragon's den and tiger's lair.
And in truth, that matter had nothing to do with him at all.
"Little Round, didn't you want to know about my past? Since the moment's right, I'll tell you."
Uncle Zhang lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. This elderly man, who was never good with words, took