Ozul walked behind Old Gu in the streets of Phoenix City.
Minho followed behind the two of them, as the old man seemed to enjoy watching different street vendors.
"Who are you?" Ozul asked, breaking the silence.
"Me?" Old Gu turned around, pointed at his chest, and answered, "I'm just an old man with dreadful responsibilities." Saying that he dramatically swung his head ahead.
"... You don't act like you have any responsibilities."
Ozul felt the bloodlust aimed at him, and asked, "Also, why does he want to kill me?"
"Ho~ You felt that? Forgive him, that lad is a little jumpy when it comes to me."
'Who wouldn't feel it...' Ozul complained in his heart, trying his best to ignore such intense emotions aimed directly at his throat.
Looking around, even the street dogs could feel the coldness in the air, much less him who could read emotions.