Ying Huaixu had no idea the rumors about him were already flying everywhere.
Right now, he was simply sleeping.
Before bed, though, he had taken out the painting of his master to admire it.
It was just a shame that Lü Qingyi's painting had been confiscated.
Damn it. Damn it all.
How could anyone be so stingy?
Then Ying Huaixu went straight to sleep.
The next morning, after Ying Huaixu walked out of the inn, he felt that some people were looking at him strangely.
Ying Huaixu ignored them.
As far as he was concerned, none of these people posed any threat.
He even felt that a single leaf would be all he needed to kill them.
So there was no need to pay them any attention.
What was strange, though, was that Old He had not returned.
Ying Huaixu thought it over. Old He was fairly strong now, so he should be fine.
Maybe he had battled quite a few people yesterday.
With that thought, Ying Huaixu went off to do his daily quests and browse the streets along the way.
But after several days in a row, Ying Huaixu began to feel something was wrong.
He had not seen so much as a trace of Old He for days.
Ye Ningshuang, on the other hand, had looked rather tired lately.
"Ningshuang, have you seen Old He?"
Ye Ningshuang's face was full of resentment.
"You don't care about me, but you care about Old He?"
Ying Huaixu hurried to explain. "What are you talking about? Do you think I've really just been out shopping? I've actually been staying close to you this whole time!"
Ye Ningshuang froze for a moment, then her heart instantly blossomed with joy.
But as for Old He...
Ye Ningshuang shook her head.
"Haven't seen