Villain Path

Chapter 53.2. You're just a wild scared animal

Shen looked up at the sky, still covered with low white clouds. The air smelled of an approaching thunderstorm. The Glory Peak Lord with a sword in his hand watched his best students train. Sometimes he would use this sword to make the students ' task more difficult.

Shen watched from the sidelines, waiting for Muan to finish here. It wasn't that he was in a hurry, but it had been about three hours since their conversation, and Shen could reasonably assume that Muan was deliberately stalling.

It was quite difficult to maintain his complacency, because as soon as he saw the Glory Peak Lord, he remembered the whole story of the lashing of the dead. And this story really annoyed him. And most of all, he was annoyed by his own uncertainty that Muan had not lied to him.

In fact, he came up with a fairly simple way to verify the truth of his words. Shen looked around. He was standing at the edge of the courtyard, next to a lush flower bed. The flowerbed also seemed to have an element of training, as it was made up of sharp stones and wild roses.

Unobtrusively moving a little closer, Shen squeezed the pink stem and tore off the largest bud. Scarlet blood ran down his palm. It was within his power to use his spiritual energy to keep the thorns from pricking him, but he deliberately didn't. He deliberately gripped the stem with his right hand, the same hand that Muan now held his famous sword.

Without opening his fingers for a moment, Shen brought the flower to his face and inhaled the sweet fragrance. Muan, whom he had been following with his eyes all this time, did not change his face or pose, did not move his hand or turn around. He showed absolutely no sign of feeling anything.

Shen threw the flower to the ground, suddenly feeling disappointed. What was he even counting on? Of course, all this is just nonsense. It's a good thing that all this is just nonsense. But why would Muan try to convince him otherwise?

"If you die, I'll die too,"

Was it all so that Shen wouldn't feel threatened by him? Stopped being on guard and opened up?

Not improbable, but too clever for Muan. Had Shian thought of this long ago?

Shen licked his palm, wiping away the blood. His mind was racing, and he no longer understood anything. He thought for a long time about the conversation he had overheard between his brother and Muan. Perhaps the answer still lay on the surface, but he really didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to admit that there was no one he could trust.

The Cursed Peak Lord's mood had completely soured.

As if echoing his gloomy thoughts, a fine rain began to fall. With a huge effort of will, Shen gave up his desire to spit on everything right now and fly away. Instead, he continued to stand patiently in the courtyard.

After another hour, Muan finally deigned to finish training. He looked as fresh as when he started it. Unlike Shen, whose mood has sunk into a deep minus along with the ambient temperature. He was acclimated and looked a little purple from the cold.

"Are you done?" he asked Muan.

"Practically. I still have some paperwork to do."

Half an hour ago, he would probably have exploded with anger, but now he was in the stage of melancholy detachment. In this state, he could wait for him at this place for hours.

"Is that so? Okay. Should I wait here?"

Muan looked at Shen, narrowing his eyes slightly. He really intended to make the master of the Cursed Peak lose his temper, so that he would finally admit what he had really come for. He hadn't expected him to be so patient, he had to admit. Had he really told the truth? Muan felt a little ashamed.