After experiencing an attack, Shao Weihua became exceptionally sensitive, acting jittery all day long. If Wang Zhanting left his side for more than ten minutes, he would start looking for people everywhere. He no longer had the gentle breeze of the past; as the saying goes, when the sun sets over West Mountain, someone who loses their power is nothing at all.
"Where did you go?" Seeing Wang Zhanting come in from outside, Shao Weihua coldly asked in his usual manner. This kind of person is just like that; clearly having nothing, yet still putting on airs.
Wang Zhanting had no energy to argue with him. In his eyes, Shao Weihua now was almost like a rogue. "The Dharma Seal is still with you, right?"
"Hmm, why are you asking about this?" Shao Weihua looked at Wang Zhanting with suspicion. He trusted no one now but himself.
