Yan Xiaobao saw the gesture of the bearded man and narrowed his eyes, evidently promising pain to come. This man was undoubtedly the cultivator who accompanied Hui Yue the night before. The white-haired boy felt the red mist inside him boiling, countering the blue cloud.
Yan Xiaobao took a deep breath, closed his eyes, calmed himself down, and gradually dissipated the murderous intent. As he opened his eyes again, they were filled with coldness, combined with his pale skin, making him look like a grim reaper.
Sha Yun and Deng Wu both noticed the difference in Yan Xiaobao, but when they looked out the window, they couldn't see the usual city streets because the magical beast pulling the carriage swiftly swept past them.
No one dared to ask Hui Yue what he saw, and tension suddenly filled the carriage, so Deng Wu started talking about birthday celebrations and all the new gossip he had heard that evening.
