To Deliberately Complicate an Issue

Shi Mu and Zhao Ping saw a thin and tall youth walking over from the direction of the shop.

He had a pockmarked face with several deep scars. He gazed at the black blade in Shi Mu’s hand. He then stuck out his tongue and licked his lips in manner that was filled with a sense of lust.

Shi Mu knitted his brows and snorted. Then, he returned his blade to its sheath.

The lanky youth’s eyes flashed with a cold and contemptuous look. He shot a malicious look at Shi Mu and sized him up.

"Brother Zuo, you’ve honored us with your presence… You’re most welcome…" Zhao Ping was a sensible person. He had sensed the awkwardness that had filled the air. Therefore, he moved forward and greeted the youth with a smile.

However, the lanky youth didn’t pay any attention to him. Instead, he started to gaze at the black blade that Shi Mu had just returned to its sheath. A greedy look flashed across his eyes.