In a room at the restaurant.
"Old Zhou, aren't you curious about my teacher's identity?"
"Not curious."
"Aren't you curious why I have two kinds of heavenly flames?"
"Not curious."
"Aren't you curious how I became my teacher's disciple?"
"Not curious."
"Damn!"
Xiao Yan stared glumly at Zhou Changqing, who sat across the table leisurely sipping tea.
After what had happened last night, he had been thinking of coming clean about his teacher's existence.
Yet the other man showed not the slightest desire to know.
That left Xiao Yan hanging awkwardly in midair, feeling miserable as hell.
Setting down his cup, Zhou Changqing noticed Xiao Yan's gloomy expression and said slowly, "You came looking for me first thing in the morning just to talk about this?"
"What else?"
"I think you've got too much time on your hands. The Xiao Clan still has so much to deal with, yet you, its Third Young Master, seem awfully carefree."
Zhou Changqing shook his head. He knew more about Yao Lao than Xiao Yan himself did, so why would he be curious?
"You should think carefully about how to settle the Xiao Clan next. Judging by what that ghostly thing said yesterday, your clan isn't ordinary. It must have something the power behind him wants."
"Although he's in Senior Yao's hands now, there's no guarantee someone else from this Hall of Souls won't come looking for the Xiao Clan."
Xiao Yan's expression turned grave at those words, and he nodded. "You're right. We need to handle this properly."
"By the way, I'm planning to leave."
Xiao Yan froze, then asked, "When?"
"Today. I can't do much to help with the Xiao Clan's remaining affairs. You'll have to handle them yourself."
"All right. I won't try to keep you, then. Take care of yourself,