The complexity of human nature cannot be summarized merely as black or white.
In this world, there is both ruthless cruelty driven by self-interest and genuine affection willing to sacrifice for one's kin.
Yang Yao and the young man were left flustered by the sudden laughter, exchanging nervous glances with palms sweating coldly, yet they dared not ask, fearing they would anger the unpredictable master before them.
Just as the two were bewildered, a sudden blur occurred before their eyes, and Xu Ping and the small yellow-brown dog vanished into thin air without leaving a trace.
"This..."
The two stood in a daze for a moment, only coming back to their senses after some time, exchanging vacant looks.
The young man carefully touched his abdomen but felt no discomfort whatsoever.
On the contrary, the meridians in his body, once disrupted by severe injury, were quietly healing, and his vitality was significantly restored.
Only then did the two have a sudden realization.
