Chapter 313 Blood Curtain

"Immortal Master, what's wrong with you? What has happened?"

Taoist Wang, sitting on the boat's deck and massaging the bruises on his buttocks, occasionally humming in discomfort, noticed Chen Hai's unusual expression. He quickly spoke up to inquire.

In front of Chen Hai, this fellow had completely abandoned any pretense of dignity; he certainly wouldn't continue to put on the air of a profoundly accomplished man.

His eyes, crafty and restless, swept around incessantly.

Even though the pain he felt was somewhat intense, he hadn't forgotten to sneak peeks at Chen Hai from time to time.

As an old hand in Jianghu, his skill at reading people and situations was quite impressive.

Chen Hai had barely shown a hint of losing composure, yet Taoist Wang had sensed it immediately.

While questioning Chen Hai, he naturally did not forget to glance around the water near their awning boat.