At the medical clinic, the patients that seek consultation came and went without pause.
Yet Yue Mingxuan remained distracted the entire time.
Lately, he had felt that something was off, especially that set of footwork he had used at night.
It had appeared out of nowhere.
He had already asked the people from Flying Opera Group to gather information, but no one knew how that footwork had surfaced.
Could it have been something he had unconsciously created himself?
During the second practice session that day, the stones had been thrown from different directions, yet his dodging movements had been exactly the same as before.
He had not even stepped outside that circle.
Gu Xiang had been the one to notice it.
Still lost in thought, he did not realize that Gongsun Xing had already seen off the last patient of the day.
Not wanting to disturb him, Gongsun Xing quietly tidied up, brewed a pot of tea and sat down across from him.
