Tang San and Li Yusong were chatting as though they had met too late in life when a thick arm suddenly barred their way before the Inner Court gate.
Tang San looked up and saw a bald, burly man. The scar on his forehead added a touch of savage ferocity to his entire appearance.
Tang San's gaze met the burly man's, and he felt as though a blood-colored Asura stood before him.
In an instant, every hair on his body stood on end. His fingers slithered like spirit snakes toward the mechanism of his sleeve arrows.
His lowered arm rose and bent, adjusting into the optimal posture for firing hidden weapons. With his other hand, he pushed Xiao Wu behind him, shielding his weak point behind his back.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Li Yusong's reaction was far more ordinary. Upon seeing that it was the burly man who had interrupted him, he was startled at first, then immediately began cursing. "Fuck! Bald Zhao, can't you see I'm introducing students here?! What if that fierce face of yours scares them off?!
"This is a genius who reached Rank 29 at twelve! If you scare him off, watch out for the headmaster docking your pay!"
The burly man Li Yusong had called "Bald Zhao" froze for a moment. Just as he was about to lose his temper, he heard that the child beside him was a rare genius.
Then he remembered Flender, a fellow capable of dealing both mental blows and physical damage, so he wisely backed down.
"I'll settle the score with you later!" Zhao Wuji shot Li Yusong a vicious glare, then immediately put on a kindly expression as he said to Tang San, "Little friend, don't be fooled by how fierce Uncle looks.