In the corridor next door, Su Shi'er listened to the voices drifting over, his expression calm.
He could almost foresee the old man's choice.
He did not particularly care. He and the other man had only met once; even if the old man relented, the information he could reveal would be limited, and he certainly would not know Su Shi'er's exact whereabouts.
Yet the thought of saving him gradually guttered out in Su Shi'er's heart.
But before he could leave, more voices reached his ears.
"Go ahead. As for that young friend, this old man has nothing to tell you!"
After hesitating for a moment, the old man's gaze hardened once more.
The smile vanished from the Yellow-toothed Cultivator's face. His tightly furrowed brow could not conceal his astonishment. "Hm? You are actually willing to abandon your long-cherished wish of many years for someone utterly unrelated to you?"
"A man living in this world must know what he should do and what he should not!"
The old man enunciated every word. After speaking, he shut his eyes with a face full of resolve.
"This old bastard does not know how to appreciate kindness. I say... there is no need to spare his life!" The burly man who had attacked earlier glared with his eyes wide open.
"Let's go. It seems that if we want to find that brat, we can only start elsewhere."
The Yellow-toothed Cultivator did not hesitate further. He nodded lightly, then turned and headed outside.
The burly man stared murderously at the old man on the ground. His fists, each as large as sandbags, clenched until they crackled, then smashed down at the old man with all his strength.
Just as the burly man's iron fist was about to fall—
Boom!
A tremendous crash suddenly rang out,