Ye Fan sat silently on the bench, unable to make sense of it.
Listen to that. Was that any way to talk to someone?
"Don't mind him, young brother. That's just how he talks."
The handsome blind man spoke with a smile.
"It's fine." What else could Ye Fan say?
He knew people like that. He had even argued with them on Earth Star's internet and in the Dao Realm's information forums.
People who said things like that were commonly called Contrarians.
But when Ye Fan looked at the man's eyes, he thought of Uncle Meng.
Behind the sunglasses Uncle Meng never took off were eyes that could not see, either.
"You have an outstanding bearing and a generous heart, young brother. One look tells me you're a Dragon-Phoenix among men."
Seeing that Ye Fan hadn't taken offense, the man heaped praise on him.
Ye Fan gave a bashful smile. "Everyone says that. I think so too."
The Teahouse fell quiet for a moment. The young man sharing Ye Fan's table gave him an odd look.
Why did this guy seem even more thick-skinned than me?
Who taught him that?
Oh, Uncle Meng. That explained it.
"Brother Ji, what do you think of this kid?" the handsome blind young man asked the plain-looking middle-aged man at the next table.
"He's all right." The middle-aged man nodded.
What made Ye Fan uncomfortable was the way the man looked at him—almost as if he were sizing up a son-in-law.
"Let me tell you, young brother. My friend may look perfectly ordinary, but he has an excellent eye for people."
"Then thank you, sir." Ye Fan managed a strained smile.
The middle-aged man glanced at him. Sir?
Ye Fan found this group a little strange, though he couldn't say why.
He kept sensing