Bei Bei: "..."
Yuhao, you really know how to rub salt into a wound.
Still, ignorance was no crime. He certainly couldn't blame him.
"Yuhao, what is it?"
For some reason, Bei Bei had another uneasy feeling.
As it turned out, Bei Bei's intuition was right again.
"Eldest senior brother, I want to leave the Tang Sect," Huo Yuhao said earnestly.
In an instant, the air fell deathly silent.
Bei Bei's previously gentle gaze sharpened at once, his expression turning exceptionally stern. "Yuhao, do you know what you're saying?"
"I do." Huo Yuhao nodded, then changed tack and said seriously, "But I have reasons that leave me no choice."
"What reasons?" Bei Bei remained stern, his voice slightly cold. "Do you know that disciples of the Tang Sect cannot abandon the sect without permission?"
"I..."
Huo Yuhao had intended to continue, but noticed that everyone around them had pricked up their ears, eager for gossip. He immediately fell silent.
Bei Bei noticed it too. After a moment of silence, he took out a soul tool and activated it, isolating the small area around them.
Everyone: "..."
They were actually treating them like outsiders! All they wanted was a juicy bit of gossip!
"Damn, I can't hear anything!"
"I told you to be more discreet! Now look, they've caught on, and we can't hear a thing."
"Fuck, you were sitting closest and listening harder than anyone! You've got some nerve blaming us!"
"Does anyone know how to read lips?"
The surrounding onlookers were utterly frustrated. The juicy gossip was right there, but they could only stare without getting a taste. It felt worse than being killed and having their hearts ripped apart.
"Yuhao, you can speak now." Within the area covered by the Soundproof Soul Tool, Bei Bei looked at Huo