Don't Embarrass Yourself

Hou Jingshu stiffened up like a wood plank. While Zhou Lihua studied her friend in worry, Wu Jian turned around to find Hou Chāo naught but several jin away. He wore the same arrogant smirk Wu Jian remembered from last time. Mixed in that expression, however, was anger.

Hou Chāo wore different clothing this time than he had last time. The red hanfu looked like flames that writhed as he moved. Whatever the fabric was made from, it must have been very expensive. The bo staff he had used last time was attached to his back.

He also wasn’t alone. There was a group of at least ten people behind him. They were all men around his age, but there was one person who stood out from the rest. He was an older man with gray hair, wrinkles around his mouth, and slits for eyes. It looked like they were permanently closed, making Wu Jian wonder how this man could see.