Bu Lige and Bu Shiyi weren't surprised by Luo Chuan's lack of response.
The custors of Origin Mall had long since figured out the owner's temperant.
If Luo Chuan actually did respond, that would be more shocking.
Despite his indifferent exterior, anyone who spent enough ti around him would realize that he was actually quite easygoing.
Boom!
Thunder rumbled across the sky, and lightning flickered through the dense storm clouds, illuminating the heavens in erratic bursts.
Raindrops began to fall, creating a soft pattering sound as they struck the ground. The scent of damp earth and dust filled the air.
"It's raining..."
Bu Shiyi looked up at the sky and muttered to herself.
When they had arrived at Origin Mall, the sun had been shining brightly.
Now, just a few hours later, the weather had taken a dramatic turn.
It was the kind of mont that made one feel strangely detached from reality—like spending all night at an internet café, only to step outside and find the world utterly different.
"The rain isn't too heavy. Let's head back."
Bu Shiyi gathered spiritual energy above her head, forming an invisible barrier to shield them from the rain.
"Yeah." Bu Lige nodded, quickly following her lead.
His mastery over spiritual energy was nowhere near as refined as hers.
At the Fatebound Ascension stage, he had only just learned to externalize his aura. Skillfully manipulating it, as Bu Shiyi did, was still far beyond his reach.
The rain had cooled the air, sending a slight shiver through Bu Lige.
Without proper drainage, rainwater pooled across the uneven stone roads, reflecting the distorted outlines of buildings. The streets took on an eerie, dreamlike quality.
But beyond the rain and the dimly lit alleyways, sothing else lurked in the air—sothing cold and dangerous.
A killing intent.
Inside the store, Luo Chuan—who had been deep in his ga—suddenly paused.
He took off his helt, raising an eyebrow slightly.
His gaze, as if piercing through walls, drifted toward the far end of the alleyway.
With a sigh, he murmured, "Soone dares to target my custors?"
Then, turning to Yao Ziyan, he simply said, "I'll leave it to you."
"I understand, Boss." Yao Ziyan smiled slightly before vanishing into the night.
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Patter. Patter.
The soft footsteps of Bu Lige and Bu Shiyi echoed along the rain-slicked stone path.
Just as they were about to exit the alley—
"Wait."
Bu Shiyi suddenly halted, her expression sharpening.
"Hm? What's wrong?" Bu Lige asked, puzzled.
Bu Shiyi pursed her lips, scanning their surroundings with growing vigilance.
Her spiritual energy surged, ready for battle.
Seeing her reaction, Bu Lige instantly understood.
He took a slow, deep breath, his expression turning calm.
But deep in his eyes, a cold light flickered.
This scene...
It was too familiar.
Just a few months ago, he had lived through a nearly identical mont.
An assassination attempt—one that had almost cost him his life.
If not for the guards of the Southern Protector's household arriving just in ti, his injuries would have been far worse than just hidden wounds.
That assassin had been at the peak of Soul Dominion—far stronger than him at the ti.
Yet they had been disturbingly cautious.
After a single attack, they had imdiately retreated.
One strike. Succeed or fail, withdraw imdiately.
That assassin's style made them almost impossible to deal with.
Even Ji Wuhui had turned Nine Stars City inside out searching for them—only to find nothing.
And in the end, the matter had faded away.
So suspected that Bu Lige hadn't even been the real target.
Rather, the true objective had been Southern Protector Marquis himself.
After all, as the son of the Southern Protector, Bu Lige's death would send an unmistakable ssage...
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