"How tyrannical!"
Standing outside Baiyun Temple, Zhu Ju sighed helplessly, shook his head, and got into his horse carriage.
Wujiu had been polite and even gave him a Stabilizing Essence Pill, which was priceless on the market. It seemed he had acknowledged him as Shuang'er's relative.
And yet…
He still refused to let Zhu Ju have any further contact with Shuang'er.
Perhaps he didn't want Shuang'er to have too many lingering attachments to this place, or maybe he was worried about what Zhu Ju might say.
In short.
He had been politely 'shown out', not even given the chance for a final farewell.
"Young Master Zhu."
A luxurious carriage pulled up alongside, its curtain lifted to reveal a picturesque, pretty face.
"What a coincidence. We parted ways that day, and Ru Xuan never had the chance to thank you. I didn't expect to see you here today."
"Thank me?" Zhu Ju looked puzzled.
