As far as Han Yu was concerned, he had no desire to ever see Gao Ren again. Especially not if the boy emerged looking even more monstrous than before, infused with Earth Flame energy and muscles dense enough to bend swords on impact.
Besides, even if Gao Ren had been angry about the groin incident, he probably forgot about it ten minutes later. The more Han Yu observed and learned about him, the more he realized that Gao Ren… was simple.
Not stupid, exactly. Just… straightforward. He didn't plot. He didn't scheme. He lived, trained, and fought in a straight line.
The kind of person who, if he had a grudge, would march into your courtyard and shout, "I'm angry!" before throwing a punch.
But he hadn't done that.
"That means I'm in the clear," Han Yu muttered, sipping from his teacup. "At least until he graduates from the Earth Flame sauna."
So where did that leave him?
