Zhao Ming was not surprised to have been discovered. After all, he had been following a Titled Douluo.
A Titled Douluo's perception far surpassed that of ordinary people, and Zhao Ming had made no particular effort to conceal his presence. Wasn't it perfectly natural that he would be discovered?
Deep in the alley, the autumn wind swept up a few withered yellow leaves, sending them swirling over the flagstone pavement.
Zhao Ming stepped out of the shadows, his stride unhurried and his expression calm.
The black-robed old man slowly turned around. His fierce eyes swept over Zhao Ming, and his brows knitted tightly.
He had assumed his pursuer would be some blind, petty thief or a spy from Spirit Hall. He had never expected a young man who looked barely eighteen or nineteen to emerge.
The young man wore a moon-white robe. With his refined features and composed bearing, he hardly looked like someone harboring ill intentions.
"Boy, why are you following me?" the black-robed old man asked in a low, hoarse voice tinged with impatience.
He had already been in a foul mood today. He had traveled all the way to Heaven Dou City to buy pills, only to find that he could purchase just ten of each kind. His belly was full of pent-up anger.
Now some inexplicable brat was following him. Anyone would have looked sour under the circumstances.
Zhao Ming smiled faintly, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting with an old friend. "Nothing much. I was simply curious why a Titled Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect appeared at the Pill Tower. As I recall, hasn't the Clear Sky Sect sealed its mountain?"
The black-robed old man's pupils contracted slightly. How had his identity been exposed?
His gaze sharpened as he scrutinized the