"Then why did you send people to follow them? Uh, do you suspect they have something to do with the changes in Vast Sea City?" Chen Cong asked uncertainly.
"Following them may be rude, and we might clash if they discover us. But didn't we hear earlier that Sea Folk had been spotted in Vast Sea City? Better prepared than sorry," Chen Xiaojun said.
"That's not all, is it?! You always look three moves ahead with every step you take. I don't believe you'd take such a big risk for so simple a reason!" Chen Cong gave Chen Xiaojun a disdainful look, as though he had seen straight through his intentions.
"It doesn't matter if we beat the grass and startle the snake. That might even be better."
On a balcony on the second floor, Luo Zhenjun and Shen Mengxin sat quietly, feeling the sea breeze and enjoying a rare moment of peace.
The Zhu grandfather and grandson had really gone to look around the Great Soul Arena. Zhu Wuneng had even clamored that his hands were itching for a one-on-one match, so they had split up.
"Zhenjun, we lost pretty badly," Shen Mengxin said, sounding a little dejected.
"A loss is a loss. There's no shame in losing to the Young Master. Winning would have been the strange part. What matters is what we learned." Luo Zhenjun smiled, determination shining in his eyes.
A trace of tenderness and heartache flickered through Shen Mengxin's eyes. She understood that, despite his words, Luo Zhenjun still felt disappointed and defeated. But she could also see his resolve and conviction.
She knew Luo Zhenjun was not someone who gave up easily. He would keep working hard and improving.
Then, silence suddenly fell between them.
An indescribable atmosphere seemed to fill the air.