Once disloyal, never used again.
This was a bloody lesson Ye Yu had learned from his previous life.
Still, Feng Qiwen was not someone else, not Liu Qi, nor Fat Monk. The idea of recognizing a master had been deeply rooted in his mind since birth.
Therefore, Ye Yu could never accept someone like that harboring selfish thoughts of his own.
When one's convictions had been shaken, even by the slightest amount, that tiny bit of luck and self-consolation would be magnified without limit in the days to come.
What was frightening was not a weak person wavering. What was frightening was a person who had once possessed unwavering convictions beginning to waver.
After a long while, the devastated Feng Qiwen finally stiffly walked down from upstairs. As he passed Ye Yu, he gave him a deep bow before leaving the inn.
Fat Monk looked at the two of them suspiciously, then said, "What did you send Old Feng off to do? Fat Lord questioned him for ages just now, yet he refused to say a single word. What, do you need to keep secrets even from Fat Lord?"
Ye Yu did not answer. He merely quietly stroked the ring on his hand.
Seeing this, Fat Monk stopped asking. Ye Yu would not hide what he should know from him, while he would not be told what he should not know no matter how much he pressed. He then ordered a whole tableful of dishes and began wolfing them down.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Early on the third morning, Ye Yu tossed Fat Monk a Cosmos Bag filled with spirit stones before heading to the registration area.
Along the way, Ye Yu could sense someone following him. He knew it was Feng Qiwen, but he