By the time he left Hun Dai'er's office, Xiao Yan had already assumed Hun Xuzi's appearance again. His expression was so grim that many people wondered whether Hun Dai'er had scolded him. They wisely avoided getting on his bad side, afraid that one careless move would get them dragged off by Hun Xuzi for a tongue-lashing to vent his anger.
Only after returning to Hun Xuzi's residence did Xiao Yan drop his disguise and lean back in a chair. He was beginning to regret infiltrating the Hun Clan-not because of Hun Dai'er, but because he harbored an instinctive loathing for the clan's people. Staying here had brought his killing intent close to its boiling point, yet his disguise prevented him from slaughtering to his heart's content.
"I don't want to spend another moment in this damned place..." Xiao Yan sighed helplessly. "A disgusting place. A disgusting clan."
"Master, you seem to know that woman named Hun Dai'er?" Little Yao emerged from Xiao Yan's body and curled up in his arms, asking cautiously, "Master, was there something between you and her...?"
"Mm..." Xiao Yan nodded lightly. In his previous life, Hun Dai'er had been his childhood companion. She had stayed with the Xiao Clan when she was young, much like Xun'er now. The difference was that Hun Dai'er had left the Xiao Clan when he was fifteen. At first, his feelings for her had been limited to an older brother's affection for his younger sister, without any romantic intentions.
What truly changed their relationship was the period after his Dou Qi had been crippled. Everyone he had defeated came to mock him, and friends who had once been as close as brothers kicked him while he was down. He fled Wutan City in disgrace amid a chorus of ridicule, only to