"Who the hell would ever want to stay in that godforsaken place?" Fan Jin waved his hand dismissively, a clear look of distaste on his face.
But Mo Hua's eyes grew deeper as he caught a subtle shift in Fan Jin's expression.
His face said disdain, but deep within his eyes, there was something else—wariness, maybe even a trace of... deep-seated fear.
Fear...
What was he afraid of?
What was there in Solitary Mountain City to be so scared of?
Mo Hua squinted, his gaze sharpening.
Fan Jin, however, had no interest in mentioning "Solitary Mountain City" again. Instead, he quickly changed the topic, looking toward Mo Hua with a worried expression:
"Kid, since I've been around the block, let me give you a piece of advice. If you think it's worthwhile, take it to heart. If not, just pretend... just figure I'm talking nonsense."
"Master Fan, please go ahead," Mo Hua nodded in response.
Fan Jin spoke from the heart,
