I Just Like Looking at Sexy Outfits, So What?

Qian Ren Shuang did not even pause to think before replying, "Go back for what? I don't have the habit of offering a warm face to a cold ass."

This answer was somewhat beyond Tang Hao's expectations.

He was from the Clear Sky Sect, and deep in his bones, he had a deeply rooted sense of belonging to his clan.

Even though the sect had abandoned him back then, the recognition he felt toward the Clear Sky Sect had never been severed. So instinctively, he felt that after someone driven out by their family made something of themselves, the first thing they should do was return home in glory and make those who had once looked down on them regret it.

But Qian Ren Shuang clearly did not think that way.

Although Tang Hao inwardly felt contempt for this sort of behavior of abandoning one's birth family and ignoring them, thinking this person was more or less forgetting his roots.

But on second thought—not going back was good too. Someone who had completely cut contact with his original family would be easier to win over.

As long as his own Little San treated Qian Ren Shuang and Ning Rongrong well enough, maybe he could even drag the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect into the camp resisting Spirit Hall.

This deal was not a loss.

Thinking of this, Tang Hao laughed it off, exchanged a couple more casual pleasantries, then turned and left. His black robe swept up, and he had already vanished into the shadows of the roadside trees, coming and going like the wind.

Only after he had gone far away did Guilmon move close to Qian Ren Shuang's ear and lower its voice. "Qian Ren Shuang, the smell of blood on this man is too strong. I feel like this Tang Hao is even less of a good sort than your mom."

In the distance, Tang Hao's steps paused slightly. His hearing was excellent, and every single word of Guilmon's sentence slipped into his ears. His brows tightened, and he could not help changing his mind: after fighting Spirit Hall, he definitely had to find a chance to cripple this martial soul, Guilmon.

But right after that, he thought of another layer—Qian Ren Shuang's mom?

Could his mom be some fallen person who kills without blinking? Otherwise, why say "not a good sort"? Tang Hao muttered inwardly, his steps never stopping as he continued pretending to hurry back in Shrek Academy's direction.

Qian Ren Shuang did not know whether Tang Hao had actually gone far or not. He was terrified the man might turn around and come charging back, so he hurriedly spoke up for him. "Guilmon, good and evil can only serve as a reference. Just like how you're violent by nature, but after staying with me for so long, aren't you no longer someone who only knows how to fight all day? So, the world isn't black and white, but a refined shade of gray."

Guilmon blinked its big eyes and thought for a moment. "True."

Very soon, Qian Ren Shuang and Guilmon arrived at Soto City.

Soto City was not large, but it had everything it should. Shops lined both sides of the streets, pedestrians came and went, and it was full of everyday bustle.

Qian Ren Shuang was in no hurry to look for the so-called "healing soul master"—that had been a lie he made up in the first place.

He had to shake off Tang Hao, who might still be following him, first. Before stepping through the gambling house's doors, he lightly rubbed his soul rings, and five rays of light—two yellow, two purple, and one black—appeared around him, slowly revolving around his body.

A Soul King walking into a gambling house with his soul rings active was enough to badly frighten everyone present.

The chips in the hands of several gamblers who were placing bets dropped, their mouths hanging open for a long time without closing. Even the accountant behind the counter stopped moving his abacus and stared blankly at the entrance.

Qian Ren Shuang ignored all these gazes and walked straight up to a sexy dealer.

The dealer wore a tight red miniskirt with a very low neckline. Her makeup was exquisite, her lips painted bright red, and at a glance, she was the kind of woman the gambling house had deliberately chosen to attract customers.

Seeing a Soul King with his soul rings active walk up to her, the sexy dealer was instantly dumbfounded. At first, she thought she had been sold by the boss to some high-ranking official or noble.

But after thinking more carefully: even if she had been sold off, this person would not need to activate his soul rings in front of her, right? Which meant she must have offended this Soul King without knowing it.

While that sexy dealer was letting her imagination run wild, Qian Ren Shuang endured the pain and fished a gold soul coin out of his pocket, tossing it onto the counter in front of her.

The gold soul coin spun twice on the tabletop before falling flat. Qian Ren Shuang's tone was brief and direct. "Take me to the back door."

As the saying went: only a bastard refused money. The sexy dealer immediately put away the gold soul coin, smiled as brightly as a flower, turned slightly sideways, and swayed her waist as she led the way, her high heels tapping crisply against the floor.

He really is still guarding against me. Tang Hao, who was following behind, silently grumbled inwardly.

He hid himself in the shadow of a street corner, like an unremarkable pile of trash, but his gaze remained locked on Qian Ren Shuang's back the entire time.

He watched Qian Ren Shuang enter the gambling house, then watched Qian Ren Shuang come out through the back door. His pace sped up a little as he continued following.

The people of Douluo World were truly primitive when it came to the craft of tailing someone. The soul masters here were full of thoughts about attacking and defending, but when it came to tracking and counter-tracking, their level was miles behind Earth's.

Qian Ren Shuang walked ahead and, without looking back, gave a low instruction. "Guilmon, after you've gone twenty-five minutes without smelling Tang Hao's scent, remind me."

"Oh!" Guilmon nodded, its nose twitching slightly a few times. Sure enough, it could still smell Tang Hao's scent in the air.

After leaving the gambling house, Qian Ren Shuang repeated the same trick—a tavern, going in for a turn and coming out through the back door; a restaurant, circling inside and leaving through a side entrance; a hospital, passing straight through; a butcher shop, making a perfunctory stop; and in the end, he even did not spare a brothel, walking in openly and coming out from another direction.

After all this winding around, Tang Hao's expression grew darker and darker.

Damn it, this brat is still guarding against me. He's deliberately taking detours now! His patience was being worn down little by little.

What was even more troublesome was that Soto City had a Spirit Hall branch. Although Tang Hao was powerful, he did not dare guarantee he could avoid so many eyes. If someone recognized him, the trouble would be huge.

After following him to the seventh place, Tang Hao finally gave up. He cursed something under his breath and turned away in frustration, deciding it was still safer to go back and watch over his son.

Guilmon sniffed and sniffed at the air. After roughly twenty-five minutes, it finally confirmed that the scent had not appeared again, and only then did it say to Qian Ren Shuang, "I haven't smelled that Tang Hao's scent for twenty-five minutes. He should have already left."

"Got it." Qian Ren Shuang responded, put away his soul rings, and, after turning this way and that, returned once more to the back door of the first gambling house.

He knocked the door open and went inside, finding that sexy dealer again.

As for why he went all the way back? The reason was very simple: if he could look at a sexy beauty, why make his own eyes suffer?

At this point, some people would have to ask, "Didn't you pass by a brothel just now? Why not circle back there? In the end, aren't you just pretending to be pure and lofty?"