He wasn't afraid of being formally fired; on the contrary, that would have given him something to talk about. What he truly feared was this ambiguous situation where he wasn't invited to participate in anything.
Hong Wu angrily looked toward the man seated in the distant resting area.
The man lounged elegantly on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, his posture graceful. His peach blossom-like eyes showed no emotion, just an indifferent gaze directed at Hong Wu.
A faint smile played on his lips, but that smile was enough to send shivers down one's spine. Saying he had the demeanor of a king wasn't an exaggeration.
Yet, he was so laid-back.
Hong Wu was extremely infuriated, but he couldn't find any reason to vent, so he angrily turned and left.
Di Jinxuan began her training, now not daring to be distracted at all, knowing that Nangong Jin was still sitting there, but she didn't dare to glance at him again.
