The report stunned Xiang Lan'er and Feng Chi on the spot.
The description "scruffy old man" struck a nerve with both of them. Feng Chi immediately asked what the Shabby Old Man looked like.
The attendant gave a rough description. At the mention of a wine gourd and a gleaming red drunkard's nose, not only Feng Chi but even Xiang Lan'er went pale.
"That scoundrel really is in league with that old man. Miss, this place isn't safe anymore. We must leave at once." Feng Chi was frantic, like someone who, once bitten by a snake, feared a well rope for ten years.
Xiang Lan'er was a little flustered too, but she felt that the judgment she had made during their close physical contact should not have been wrong. She questioned the attendant further about the details.
When the attendant said Shi Chun had turned to leave the instant he saw the Shabby Old Man, only for the Shabby Old Man to spot him, chase after him, and grab him, both Xiang Lan'er and Feng Chi breathed easier. Feng Chi also realized she had lost her reason.
Once they calmed down and thought it through, they realized that even without the attendant's further explanation, the earlier report alone should have revealed the problem. If Shi Chun really were in league with the Shabby Old Man, how could they have tugged at each other in the street, much less openly sat drinking together? Did they really think those of the Demonic Path were blind?
Realizing Shi Chun had been left with no choice, Xiang Lan'er asked, "That Shabby Old Man didn't give him any trouble, did he?"
The attendant replied, "It doesn't seem so. They were eating, drinking, talking, and laughing in the restaurant's main hall. They looked to be getting