Guo Xiaobao felt his spine had never been straighter.
At that moment, he felt like the coolest kid on the block, walking with a swagger in his step.
He glanced at the Daoist Palace disciple who had mocked him earlier. The disciple was now cowering at the back of the crowd, his head hung so low he looked like he wanted to bury his face in his crotch.
"Make way, make way!"
Guo Xiaobao puffed out his chest like a victorious rooster, waving his hands exaggeratedly to part the air as if a great mountain truly blocked his path.
"Can't you see an honored guest is coming through? Get out of the way!"
The crowd, which had been packed shoulder to shoulder, parted to the sides with a great WHOOSH, just like the Red Sea before Moses.
No one was the least bit annoyed by Guo Xiaobao's borrowed bravado.
Everyone's gaze went past the boisterous little guide, landing on the calm young man behind him.
The looks in their eyes were incredibly complex.
