An Empty Stomach After Throwing Up Just Means You're Ready to Eat

Banner Bro shivered uncontrollably from the cold. He snatched the hot cocoa Coffee Bro handed him and took a huge gulp.

"Pfft—"

The next second, he was bent over a trash can, vomiting until the world spun. Tears streamed down his face.

"Bro... if you're giving me something to drink, at least give me something good..."

The sight broke the awkwardness that had filled the carriage after two Titled Douluo suddenly appeared. In its place came a hint of cheer.

Yan Shaozhe smiled. He had never felt so refreshed.

But the smile soon faded, and loneliness crept back onto his face.

Ma Xiaotao sensed what he was feeling and said softly, "Teacher, the world is so vast. I don't believe there's nowhere that will take the two of us."

As she spoke, she shot Owl Bro a frantic look.

Before Yan Shaozhe woke up, she had learned what was going on.

Owl Bro was one of the Fatui wanted by the Xuanming Sect—and also the leader of the Thirty-Person Group they were hunting.

One group of people played the parts of two factions and provoked the same sect with both. What were the odds of that?

Hearing her words, Yan Shaozhe asked himself the same question.

Then he said quietly, "Xiaotao, your Evil Fire is beyond control. I think... we should retreat into the mountains.

"No Soul Master organization in the world would allow an Evil Soul Master to join.

"Besides, your teacher is a Titled Douluo. I'll find a way to cure you."

Owl Bro cut in the moment he finished. "I think there's a serious problem with what you just said.

"As the saying goes, a teacher makes no distinction between students.

"I don't think an Evil Martial Soul is anything to fear. It's only a kind of