Jiang Lang failed to react at first. By the time the hair flew away and he reached to grab it, it was already too late. Yet apart from those at their table, neither the dockworkers near the tea stall nor the staff seemed to have noticed anything.
With a trace of disbelief on his face, Jiang Lang turned to Stoneborn and Qi Zhongbin. Judging by their expressions, they clearly had not known that the master sitting before them a moment ago had been nothing more than a strand of hair.
Although Stoneborn and Qi Zhongbin were equally astonished, some understanding had already dawned in their hearts. To a certain extent, they understood the marvel of this transformation.
After all, strictly speaking, the means they had previously used to take Old Master Yi and Master Mo on their distant journey to the North Sea bore some resemblance to their master's wondrous transformation, though their level was far beneath his.
A long while later, the tea-stall attendant came over to refill their water. Seeing all three standing beside the table, he was puzzled.
"Hey, honored guests, why are you all standing? Where are the others? How come I never saw them leave?"
The attendant considered himself fairly sharp. He had been watching the customers come and go, yet had not seen anyone leave. And why were these three standing around?
Jiang Lang glanced at the attendant and shook his head.
"We got tired of sitting, so we're standing for a bit!"
And who knows where that fellow Hui Mian has run off to!
With that thought, Jiang Lang sat down again. Stoneborn and Qi Zhongbin slowly took their seats as well, though both fellow disciples were still thinking about the sight of their master turning into a strand of hair and drifting